Dear mother at the grocery store, I’m sorry for judging you when your child broke down at the register because you wouldn’t let him have a candy bar. I’ve now been there, tears and all. Screw those dang racks of crap they line the checkout lines with. Dear mother with the messy house, I’m sorry
Daylight Savings, as far as I’m concerned, can go back to the fiery pits from whence it once came. Because I’ve got three confused babies who have spent far too much effort trying to adjust to your danged ‘ol new schedule the past few days and I’m desperate for: 1. A strong cup of coffee 2.
For a variety of reasons, this has been a difficult post for me to write. I keep thinking the words will come easily and that I’ll be super eager to share, but in reality, they don’t. And I’m not. But I will – because I think it’s important, especially as a blogger, that we maintain