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 …
Continue reading "I Will Still Be Here – Detaching with Love with Hope"
I was caught off-guard last week by a quick email from a retiring co-worker: Katy, Thank you for your kind words and I am looking forward to a “rocking chair on the veranda” rather than an office chair at a desk. It’s been a pleasure working with you and seeing you grow from a young …
Continue reading "Screwing with my Serenity – aka The Office Move"
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 …
Too Sober For This 