My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare

Tomorrow husband goes back to work after a week at home with his family. There was much packed into last … More

Pre or post?

Not quite sure what I am doing at the moment, other than working hard at being a good mother. The … More

I’m actually not coming to you from the land of the ice and snow. Just North Carolina, which is cool … More

Keeping me up. Not mine. BB’s sleep. I type and look at stats. Exciting early Friday a.m. fare, no? So … More

Today’s thoughts are produced in the basement of our little row house, Baltimore City, Wyman Park. I am tasked with … More

Funny life, this. One day a huge shitpile, next day fan-fucking-tastic. Or maybe a little less dramatic, but you catch … More

Girls are down for their nap. I gave Beenie a little bit of Benadryl, which I know is kind of … More

Fuck. This past weekend SUCKED. It wasn’t any one thing that made me miserable. Actually, Sunday was one of the … More

Good lord. You’d think my husband was murdering those girls in their room. All he did was go in there … More

Yeah, I know the actual lyrics are about yellow snow, but I’m not talkin’ bout yellow snow, I’m talkin’ bout … More