I stared at a flat thin line tonight and wanted to give up. It’s just a little blue line, but it was a symbol of all the things that have gone wrong this month. It meant starting over, failure,
It’s finally December. I whipped up a batch of sugar scrub, we put up the Christmas tree, and the kids are all excited and happily counting down on their Aldi chocolate advent calendar. 21 days until Christmas! I
Warning: this post contains profanity. Because after the week I’ve had, it’s appropriate. Please don’t read if profanity offends you. This week, guys … this week has been the week from hell. Small pockets of sanity
Vent post – read at your own risk! ‘Tis the season for charity. People volunteer at soup kitchens, buy gifts for angel tree kids, and donate to worthy causes. It’s a feel-good thing, and it’s the holidays, right?
“Have you tried Cognitive Behavioral Therapy?” he asked. I tried not to sigh. After all, he’s busy, and we only saw this doctor 3 weeks ago. Plenty of time for the details to slip his mind. Except that he