A few days ago, The Boy Child came home from school with this picture of Abe Lincoln in his folder: Not knowing if it was some kind of homework, I asked him what it was. Boy Child: (Looks at me like I’m an idiot) “That’s Abraham Lincoln. He is dead.” Me: “Yep. yes he is.
Well, to jump right into it, last week’s post stuck with me more than I was expecting. (If you haven’t read it yet, I’d suggest doing that before you continue on, but for the TL;DR, I’ve found my feelings of anger towards my ex, reignited as I watch The Guy with my children.) Anyway, it’s
Five years ago, my ex took The Girl Child to a Daddy Daughter dance, and in the morning, he walked out of our lives forever. Last Friday, exactly five years since that night, The Guy escorted The Girl Child to his very first Daddy Daughter Dance. And although The Girl Child has been blessed with
Last Friday, she called me at 6am, 9am, 12pm, 4pm, and 2am, and then her family called me at 3pm and 7pm. And she is just one of my many nonprofit clients. I absolutely adore her and she is definitely one of my favorite clients, but she is going through some really tough things right
Hey, remember those SUPER easy breakfast cookies that I gave you the recipe for? The ones that were so easy to make that it was practically lying to say that I had baked them, but yet the kids absolutely loved them? Well, I made a few the other day (along with about 60 Pancake Muffins)….
**************** Right before The Girl Child’s extended hospital vacation, I traveled to Florida with The Guy and the kids for something. In typical Strong family style, we decided to make everything a little more dramatic than it actually needed to be, and took a plane ride with the most turbulence that I have ever experienced
Someone is finally feeling MUCH better!! …. Most of the time. Either way, she had a little visit from a therapy dog… …. Watched a few hundred episodes of “Full House,” (which made me feel VERY old)… … Took a walk with “Frisbee Boy’s Mom” Tried to play a game of “Pie Face,” (Hello, kitchen?
We are still here. Poor kid has just had a lot of complications that we weren’t anticipating. I’m running on about… oh… maybe six hours of sleep since Thursday. She on the other hand, was transferred to a different floor last night and seemed to sleep a lot better. So that’s a plus since it’s
I’ve been sitting in a chair now for forty-three hours, not counting the 5 hours that I drove forty-five minutes home to take a shower, a nap, and then drive back. I also didn’t count the hours that I’ve spent pacing the hospital floors. Just the chair time; forty-three hours (probably more by the time
Remember my blog post about the woman who rear ended my car, and then drove away? If you do remember, you’ll also remember that I was able to catch up to her at a stoplight, and snap a photo of her license plate. Then I pulled up beside her, honked, motioned for her to pull
Happy New Year!!! Is it just me, or was 2016 really weird? I mean it doesn’t compare to the year my husband disappeared and my entire life exploded, but I have to say, this year was a close second. Or am I missing something and do other people also routinely find their “missing” former spouses
I woke up kicking him and shoving him away from me. “Eden, it’s me! It’s just me, and you’re safe. You are safe, wake up!” The voice, it sounded familiar. It was Friday night, or rather, now early Saturday morning. The Guy and I were unwinding after the kids had gone to bed, by watching
Me Defined
Eden Strong
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
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