Dear Mother Nature and Old Man Winter, I’m not sure what the hell is going on with the two of your, but you need to get your act together. My children’s brains are slowly turning to mush because they have not used their brains since honestly Dec. 21. The three-day jaunt back to school last… Continue reading A note to Mother Nature and Old Man Winter
I am just a sideline spectator now – watching with baited breath that he makes the right decisions and chooses the right path in life.
Yet the reason why I blog isn’t too tell others how to live their life, or to even complain about my own life. The reason I blog is to let other parents around the world know they are not alone.
I felt her fingers touch my hair, quickly grabbing her arm, I clawed her – hard. I drew blood.
Their brains never ever stop working.
While Sarah’s dad is forever watching his family from Heaven, the Grafton mom has been given a second chance at life – that alone is the best Mother’s Day gift of them all.
Then “GROOVY DAY” comes along. Damnit. Just because I was BORN in the 1970s doesn’t mean I own shit from that decade.