how old am I?
I had an interesting conversation with Mr. Gatsby last night about chronological age versus biological, or emotional age. I try often to attempt to help others around me understand trauma and the changes it makes to the body. I feel…
but I didn’t use that towel.
I do more than my fair share of laundry. If I’m being honest, I very often do more than my fair share of just about everything. (Hello, adulting.) Anyway, the one thing I don’t often do, is put away and…
voted off the island.
Today’s earth shattering news – the spoons have started multiplying again and what was 4 spoons, has now become 6. Secondly, there is still a ridiculous amount of laundry here. Finally, and most shocking of all, I’m still on cohorts…
trippin’.
Monday. It’s my favorite day of the week. Started out great. House was quiet, baked a pie, prepped dinner, did some laundry. The biggest problem before noon was a broken Christmas tree bulb. Sweet! I’ll take it. As I’m curling…
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 pretty aware that he’s not great at it either, so he tells me to wait…
where there is smoke.
I struggled with writing this one. Likely because I don’t want to create a label for a kiddo. However, it is probably important for someone out there to know that this is something that happens. I know I really make…
thanksgiving.
We’ve made it to Thanksgiving. I’m not cooking, I haven’t cooked for Thanksgiving in several years. Instead, I place an order at BJ’s Catering and let them handle the job! So later this afternoon hubby and I will be heating…
all that and a bag of chips.
My 42nd child, (who doesn’t live with me and typically costs me the least amount of money), lovingly nicknamed “Century21” for blog purposes, started the day on the hunt for a missing bag of chips. His first problem here is…
cell phones don’t float.
The double bed sleeping was a big fat fail. Most likely, because I’m a spoiled process with a very nice king size mattress at home. Hubby fell out of the bed once and spent the rest of the night involved…
Vacation?
First rule one should never forget… Holidays = trauma behaviors It is almost Thanksgiving. I live in a home filled with children that have, for whatever reason, been separated from their birth families. No matter the circumstances that got them…
