Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
Each Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, when we are up in the morning, ready to play play play, you swoop in with your magic bag and your gentle voice and your smile that lights up the whole block. We are sad to see Mommy and Daddy go, but we know we are absolutely safe with you …
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We all have scars. I have a small line at the bottom of my stomach from a last minute C-Section that birthed two beautiful babies a year ago. I stroke that perfect scar often and reflect. I relish this scar. I remember exactly where I was and vaguely remember what happened. I remember the pain …
Everybody wants you to STOP BEING SAD. Get happy! Smile! Screw that. If I need to feel sad, I feel sad, because in order to truly feel happy, I need the darkness. I'm just sad today. And that is OK. This sadness defies logic. It needs no real reason to creep in and take over …
Too Sober For This 