homebound.
****delayed post**** Hubby and I should pull into our driveway around midnight, if we get lucky. It was 10pm, but with each stop for fuel, it gets bumped out a little more. I have to be careful not to ask…
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…
girls just wanna have fun.
Mr. Gatsby is a few days in on his parenting adventures and role as leader of the household government. The first day with just three teenage female occupants left him “flabbergasted.” His words, not mine. Sassy Britches typically only makes…
get her a banana. stat.
I basically had the worst Monday to take place on a Tuesday, ever. (It is Tuesday, right?) Seriously. Terrible. I spent my day cleaning up a monster mess. Thankfully I’m not a really emotional person, but I will for sure…
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 covid.
First, I’m going to plant this right here: You know what changes in the house when mom gets “the Covid?” Nothing. Nothing changes in the house. There, I’ve said it. All the women in the crowd have just nodded their heads…
the night shift locusts.
Monday was the first day back at work for Hubby. He had been home since December 19th. Monday was also the first day I didn’t have to try to control myself while he opened the fridge and stood there, then…
happy new year.
Here at my house we are starting off the new year with only 5 spoons. Again. That kid, Not Me, has also managed to lose a tv remote. Again. The missing remote is of course an emergency and a terrible…
deja vu.
I don’t know how many people remember the young man that was with us briefly over the summer. The same young man that took off out a window. I have thought about him often since then. Earlier this month a…
