Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
In the still dark quiet before they wake each morning, I hear the rustle. I hear the two distinctive voices saying "Mama?" "Good morning Mama." "Good morning Gah." "Oh good morning Bebe." As if it had been weeks since we've all seen each other, though it's only been a nighttime, we are delighted by the …
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OH MAN OH MAN. the Sunday evening mom struggle face IS REAL. And it is by far my least favorite segment of the week. My husband and I know it's going to hit every week and yet it still takes us by surprise. Our normally perfect sweet angel babies (SEE SARCASM but only kind of …
Hey kids. I know it's hard to believe, but I was alive a long time before I became your mom. Before I ever knew your names or what you would look like, before I knew your smell or your mischievous laughter, there was a woman who lived about three lifetimes to be ready. I don't …
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