Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Last week you found Mommy sitting on the floor in the kitchen crying. Not silent, trying-to-hide tears either. Mommy was full on ugly crying. Red face, sweaty and lots of snot. While there’s absolutely nothing shameful in Mommy having a good cry on the not-at-all-clean kitchen floor on a Tuesday… Continue reading This is why I’m crying on the kitchen floor.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” That was what you were supposed to wake me up with yesterday (preferably along with breakfast, homemade cards in hand, and at 9 am). But hey, “Mommy I pooed” at 7 am works too. That’s okay, you’re pretty young still and actually don’t know what Mother’s Day is so no worries. You… Continue reading This Mother’s Day, I don’t want to spend it with you. Don’t be offended.