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
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
So I can’t figure out why the alignment is all messed up in this post, and things are justified left, and right, and center, and I can’t change it AND I GIVE UP. Moving on… I’m sorry again for my delay in posting. I swear I feel like I do more apologizing than writing here
Do you guys remember the post “My Christmas Tree Might Actually Fall Over,” in which I threw out the big tree that I had once shared with my ex, and in an attempt to embrace our new life as a family of three, bought the only tree that my measly budget could afford? This year,
If you haven’t read Part One of this post, I highly, highly suggest clicking here and doing so first, as this is the second half of a story that really needs the first half in order to make sense! If that just seems like much too much work, the super quick synopsis is that shortly
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.
