Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
Even before we got to the car I knew we would be wiping sand from every crevice of our bodies. Even with the baby powder trick. And I didn't mind one bit. It was almost as if we were in the ocean. Of course, we hadn't been in the ocean, but try telling that to …
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I have these fancy drinks that have been in my fridge for a year. Over a year technically, but yeah, a year. The lemon ones my best girl brought over and I didn't drink them that night and so there they've sat. The blood orange one was for Christmas or New Years and I just …
My alcohol addled brain has forgotten entire chunks of my past. The blackouts. That's incredibly hard for me to reconcile, even though I know there's no getting it back. I can only focus on now and going forward and trying to soak it all in and capture. I worry about the forgetting. Even now with …
Too Sober For This 