While I DID attempt for us to have some sort of rhyme and reason to our outfit choices, it became too much of a struggle to get everyone in agreement, and I quickly realized it wasn’t that serious. That was a hill not worth dying on.
You’re so hardcore, die-hard on social media, but not when I see you in person (but thank you for that).
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.
Have you ever had your child break out in a rash and you take them to the doctor to find out what it is? What's the first thing the doctor asks....."have you changed your laundry detergent, changed your shampoo or soap, tried new lotions, added any new foods to their diets"?My thought process is just that; WHAT HAS CHANGED? My boy has a massive rash and it's called Fortnite!