She came looking for a fight, so she got one. A few weeks ago I found myself standing in a tile shop, searching for tile to be used in our new kitchen back splash. We hadn’t yet closed on the house, but once we did, The Guy and I were going to try to bang
Have you ever sat down to lunch with a friend you haven’t seen in a while, and it feels like there is so much to catch up on, that you don’t even know where to start? That’s were we are, people. I guess I’ll start with a short update, and I’m also going to throw
A few weeks ago I found myself standing in line at Panera, as I do every so often when Frisbee Boy’s Mom (AKA my surrogate mom) invites me to lunch so we can chat. She’s amazing, she really is. I’ve honestly never in my life, met anyone like her. She goes so far out of
My daughter has been in the hospital for nearly a week now. Because of the move, my business trip, and now this, I’ve stayed in seven hotels, in the last three weeks. I’m weary. Last night my husband picked up my sons and took them back “home,” leaving me at the Ronald McDonald House, with
**If the photos appear fuzzy, viewing on your mobile device’s desktop version clears them up** If only we had known what was hiding under the lights, of The Ellison Suites Hotel, maybe none of this would have happened. ************** Have you ever had something happen in your life, that is just so far out
Recently, The Littlest underwent a several hour long surgery, and then an extended stay in the Intensive Care Unit. Although upon his birth it was believed that he had not inherited the genetic disorder that my family carries, it has now become relatively obvious that our initial reassurances were wrong. Tonight, I was feeling especially
On this blog, we discuss some really difficult things, that can make you question the way the world works. But we aren’t here for that today. Nope, today is all about the strange shit that seems to serve zero purpose at all. The shit that just makes you ask “why?” ************** Why hasn’t this house
So, I now live at the Hyatt. Like… I’m not just staying here for a bit, I live here. My family lives at the Hyatt. Gosh, where do I even start? A couple months ago, when The Guy first broached the subject of moving, we already had an idea of what we wanted, and where
The baby was fussing this morning, so my daughter climbed into bed and asked me to snuggle him up with her. “He just wants to feel safe and loved mom.” I look at her, loving on him, and the reality of her life hits me. Abandonment. Abuse. Trauma. Knowing what her biological father did to
So… We moved. I know, right? Trust me, no one is more surprised than I am to be seeing those words. We moved. After deciding to stay, renovating our house, and writing a long blog about it all, we moved out. I’ll be honest, I really didn’t want to. I cried when we made the
The Boy Child is the kind of kid, that when his feet hit the ground in the morning, he takes off running and doesn’t stop until after he is in bed at night. But not that long ago, he surprised me by waking up and climbing into my bed to snuggle. Not wanting to waste
OK. So something happened today. You see, when the baby was born, he had kind of a folded ear. He must have been laying on it in the womb or something. No biggie, the ENT just taped it down for a few weeks. The worst part of it was that he needed to have a
