I have a secret. It is personal. I have had this secret since I was 9 years old. My secret embarrasses me, but I am not ashamed. My secret is a part of who I am, but it does not define me. I am not in control of my secret. I can count the number of people who know my secret on one hand. And today, I have decided to share my secret with you. When I was in fourth grade I was diagnosed with {…Read More…}
Vacation with a Monster Baby

Baby W is finally asleep… The suitcases from my surprise Mother’s Day mini-vacation are finally unpacked… My frozen dinner has been consumed, a load of laundry is in the washer and the hubby is off at an activity for church… I take a deep breath, pour a glass of diet cherry pepsi on ice, sit down with my laptop, and try to find the words to explain whats on my mind… {photo from Getty Images, and no, its not me} You see, something happens to {…Read More…}
I Should Be…

{I wish} I should be doing laundry right now. I should be cleaning out the fridge from last weeks leftovers. I should be washing my couch slip covers. I should be going on a run. But mostly I should be sleeping {something I have missed for the past 8 months}. I should be doing all of these things, but instead I am blogging at 11:41 pm. I am blogging to keep my sanity. I am blogging to hold onto that last shred of time that {…Read More…}































