The days have been long ’round these parts. The kids (well, one in particular) have been nightmarish, leaving me at my wit’s end even before sunrise.
Clad in her sister’s pajamas, two sizes too big, she plods down the hallway with a backwards hat.
I’ve been a little out of sorts lately.
Avelyn started ballet this week and I loved every minute of it.
Karenna loves the Dyson! Loves. As soon as I fire it up, she come beetling over and climbs all over it.
“Why do you have to be so terrible all the time?!” I cried, hot tears spilling down my face as I threw her wiry three year-old body down on her bed.