Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
It started about 4th or 5th grade. I don’t remember when it hit, exactly, but I know I was young. It seems that my entire “period of growth” lasted from about 10 years old ending only when I entered high school. Riding the bus was a living nightmare. We lived in a new neighborhood - …
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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 …
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