A insightful look into mothering children, surviving children, and a woman's life in general. Written by an in the trenches mother of three who's simply trying to dodge shrapnel and raise three fairly well adjusted human beings. Put on your flack jackets and enter the fray.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
There were two full moons at my house today. The Man was runnign back into the house, got his foot caught in his sweats, and mooned a passing car. Then Bug's underwear fell down and he flashed the neighbors. There's a full moon out in the middle of the day at my house. And only one mooner is embarrased!