“My head hangs lower and I begin to cry. I need to try harder, to be more disciplined, more structured. I somehow need to find more energy. This coffee isn’t cutting it anymore. I am tired. I am spent. I am a failure and the day is only half through. The tears begin to flow faster.
Then, I stop to look around. . .”
Is this what has become of me, of my life? Sweeping up cereal? So. Much. Cereal. . . My last post went viral–viral! I often sit in complete shock as I watch the page views spiraling upward. It was featured on the New York Observer. Cloud nine–cloud nine hundred if there is one. A cloud bumped up right… Continue reading Is This Really Your Life, Momma?
Boston is going as “Elsa” tomorrow. Of course she is Elsa. My house has been overtaken by the Frozen star.We have bags, socks, shirts, puzzles, singing microphones, the doll, the book, the dress. My daughter is three. Not three going to be four next week. No, three just last month three. Isn’t this still the age of… Continue reading Second Fiddle to Elsa’s Frozen Charm