my best interests.
The guilt trip meeting took place. I only cried for a minute out of the 45 minute meeting. In that moment I also realized there are no tissues left at work. (So far, it has been that kinda day.) Anyway,…
the captive.
It has become painfully obvious to me that the foster care journey I chose for myself, has made me a prisoner in my house. I’m 45 years old, I know, you’re shocked. (No one is more shocked than I am,…
storm warning.
Earlier this month, Princess had her first recital. I had been asking for a date for months. She didn’t tell me about it until right after it was over. Why? Because she wasn’t sure it was going to go well.…
trauma travelers.
After 20 hours driving to Florida, in a rental truck that smells like pot, that we ended up sleeping in because turns out no one booked us a hotel room, I thought I was tired. That was last week on…
clean eating.
I’ll be honest, I was thrilled to get to Monday. I realize most people find Mondays less than exciting, but here, Monday usually equals peace. I always welcome peace with open arms and a bag of sour patch kids to…
re-entry and recovery.
I am beyond grateful to have been chosen for a scholarship to attend this years, Kevin’s Song: Conference on Suicide. Having been directly touched by the suicide of someone close to me, I’m fairly passionate about mental health and suicide…
the liquor cabinet in the floor.
I asked for clean rooms. Someone tip toed out of the house in an effort to avoid being held accountable to the room cleaning deal. Took me a bit to realize she was gone. Much like parents to toddlers, it’s…
my limits.
I try not to make decisions when I’m angry. It’s a work in progress. Sometimes I’m good at it, sometimes not so much. Hubby is mostly aware that he’s not great at it either, so he tells me to wait…
peace on earth.
It’s Christmas Eve. I may have forgotten if it had not been for the cops on my porch this morning who so kindly reminded me that, “everyone wants to be with their family today.” Ahhh, yes, that’s what I hear. …
everything comes out in the wash.
As we have already established, I do an insane amount of laundry. I do that same amount of laundry on regular days, let alone bed stripping days. It’s a lot. I skipped some days this week as hubby is on…