It's been a while since I've broken down. All it took was a prolonged discussion about the merits of peanut butter over 24 hours ago. Haven't stopped thinking about it since. Weak. If there were ice cream in the house, that would have been included, too. Bowl of Shame: Mini m&ms on peanut butter with side of Pumpkin Reese's.
Me: "Uh, what's going on with your hair?"R: "I messed it up."Me: "On purpose?"R: "Yeah."Me: [Think to myself, Is he doing this because he likes it? To get a rise out of me? Do I even care? Nope.] "Okay."
I wish I had a dollar for every time I tried to enjoy a margarita over dinner and my kids asked me really hard questions and made me cry. Read more →
Night falls I cry until no tears are left, or so i think; They keep coming, as hard as I’ve ever cried or at least in 30 years. I cry the tears of the girl who wanted a horse with her soul. She learned that sometimes you get nothing. She sought refuge outside; I can’t go in until it is all out of her. I beg the… Read more →