These are the days?

I’ve had the relatively same experience a few times recently. It goes something like this: Me out and about with my kids, usually holding one, chasing another. One might be crying, or screaming, or kicking; most definitely someone is running. I am probably...

If I ever had a mojo, I think I’ve lost it

Groove, mojo—whatever you want to call it, I fear I’ve lost it. Perhaps forever, because I am not so sure I will be as lucky as Stella and get mine back. After all, how exactly does one go about getting their mojo back? Does it require highlights, tanning beds,...

Not so dirty diapers…

Somehow, I knew this post was coming. I just didn’t know when. It saddens me a little because I really wanted to write about my pleasant grocery shopping experience this morning. (I usually loathe grocery shopping.) I wanted to write about the fact that I spent...
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