Crying over spilled milk, or Benadryl in my case. What is it about 10 ml of liquid medicine being spilled upon my kitchen table that can make me jump off the deep end, lose my mind and fly off to the CooCoo nest? For real. Not askin' for a friend, this was legit my deal. … Continue reading Mom fail. Part 2.
Loneliness is such an isolating feeling. That's not breaking news, I know. The word mom and loneliness should be an oxymoron but they do in fact coexist, wrestle and sit at the same table. For me as a mom, loneliness has many faces. There is physical loneliness, which I'm happy to admit I actually asked … Continue reading Loneliness Has No Limits