I have no idea what is going on with me, but even the medical world doesn’t seem to have an honest clue to the mystery rash spreading over my body.
What we really need is to buy a limo where the kids can sit in the far back and my husband and I can roll up the divider and drive in peace.
And ever since we made our return back to Ohio, all my kids want to eat are homemade breakfasts. No one has time for that here.
By the final day, I wanted to wear a hand-made sign declaring, “PICK UP YOUR OWN SHIT” … My friend added: “YOUR MOMMA AIN’T HERE!”
Finding my true self on the shores of Lake Brighton.
SPRING BREAK 2015.
Suffering from post-vacation depression.