Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
You can try to punch me in the face with your fists, but I will still be here. You can nail me to the wall with your words, but I will still be here. You can push me away with all your seemingly crazy behavior, but I will still be here. You can cry and …
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Being a mom means your glasses are always smudged. Being a mom means your clothes always have peanut butter or cheese or syrup or some mystery goop all over them as you walk around in blissful ignorance. Being a mom means you talk about poop far more than you ever thought you would be ok …
Don't let anybody fool you. What you see on the outside is often altogether misleading. My friend Sheila wrote this great piece last week - Me and My Elmo Feet - talking about perception vs reality. What it means to be a grown up and that she is, after all, a grown up (and a lovely one …
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