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.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Picture this: Me, Boo, and Bug laying in my king sized bed with The Man hovering around, dropping stink bombs.
Picture me face first in my pillow, snorting and laughing as quietly as I can after Bug told The Man: