Read (and see) my attempt at catching just one good photo of my kiddos for this year’s Christmas card!
“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. . .”
To my sweet girl,
I am not old, not so out of touch with our culture. I love the beat of the modern music, the latest fashions, and the newest technology. I am Generation Y.
I am also your mom, and my heart is terrified.
You see, I have this crazy hope you will actually keep your clothes on. . .
Pierce had a seizure Sunday night. He fell face first into the bathtub when it began. My husband was reading a book to him, so concentrated on making the story exciting he did not notice him topple over. 5, 10 seconds in the water? Enough to bring terrors I had never known. . .
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?
Awww, I am so technologically ignorant!!! Link has been broken. Please click to read all about Crazy Hot Sex!
To my dear daughter, As you grow, many boys will enter your years. They will speak words of love and passion, of wanting you–all of you. Their sex will be lacking. Believe me, dear girl, I know what crazy hot lovemaking is made of. Until the boy can assure you of the following, it is… Continue reading Crazy Hot Sex