Not to mention what a massive mood killer it was when my husband wanted to get close to me. Insert me wiping snot off my husbands face after going in for a kiss.
NEWSFLASH TO THE COMMON CORE POWERS THAT BE....look at me...I turned out just fine without common core. Ok, that might be up for debate depending on who you ask, but you get what I mean.
I've missed out on a lot. More than most of you will ever know. I don't believe in "living my best life" because that would mean I'm done. I'm far from done.
Either way, yo momma (meaning me) aint got time to be messing around with all that makeup.
I woke to the sound of a fog horn blowing. Except it wasn't a fog horn. The shower above us was running and that was the sound of the pipes.
my dreams take me to far distance lands where I'm giving away cars, vacations, paying off someone's student loans, paying college tuitions, and donating massive amounts to charities that are dear to me. Yes my dreams are big. Waiting to achieve them is a slow burn, and I'm impatient.
My house was a mess and nobody had clean socks. Something had to give. I weighed my options. On the one hand I adored my kids, but they were so needy, smelled like play-doh, and had crusty fishy crackers in their hair.