I have to write because it is my therapy. And my therapy makes me sane. Being sane, will make me happy. Or so they say....
I am a mom and wife first.Everything else is second.A hilarious raging bitch an occassional third.
“It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via mirroir)
The Blues While Wearing Greens. Why does planet earth hate me? Having a cold is not cool. NOT COOL. What’s worse than me having a cold, my entire house is infected with cold cooties including the humans that live in it. How am I suppose to make them all slave around for me when they’re sick too. ugh. 03.03.2014 | 62 of 365
Miss Taylor Rose. She turned two number ones! Coolest 11 year old girl Joey knows. So glad we get to watch her blow her candles out every year. Secretly I wish that she wishes that we all become millionaires. I mean that’s what kid parties are for right? For stealing wishes? No, just me? ok. 03.02.2014 | 61 of 365
Princess Bella. I loves it when she lets me play with her hair. Her beautiful luxurious hair that if I could, I would snatch it right off of her pretty little head and wear it as my own. Being as impossible as it sounds, I’ll settle with braiding it on her own pretty little head as long as she smiles for me like that for eternity. 02.28.2014 | 59 of 365
Bedtime Stories. We started this thing where we tell the childrens when it’s bedtime. In return, the childrens started this thing where they pull every book they own and demand that we read it to them. Every Book. Needless to say, because of this, their bedtime is extended about an hour after we say it is. Well played. 02.23.2014 | 54 of 365
The Droooools Saturday Edition. Canceling plans and staying home still trying to contain whatever demon bug was in our children, the hubba decided to make the best hand made burgers ever. One day I’ll be the 200lb woman of his dreams. 02.22.2014 | 53 of 365