Dear end of 2023 me: Dayum Girl! You were the epitome of beast this year. You did all the things and then some. All because you made resolutions to commit, follow through, and practicing being present. I still can't believe you finally did #25 on your Living List.
I declared 2022 to be my year. Even through struggles and fresh grief, 2022 did NOT disappoint. Building on the 43 reasons 2022 was my year, I hereby declare, loudly and proudly, that 2023 will be MY year.
For 8 years and counting, we kick-off winter break with a bang and an adventure. While on the hunt for Christmas Lights, we find so much more than just holiday spirit.
My husband and I were running the dogs' post dinner last night when my husband started shining his bright-ass flashlight into our 10yr olds room. Back and forth, quickly, and annoyingly until we saw said child get off her bed and open her bedroom door that opens to the outdoor deck. 10yrold: I HAVE SOMETHING... Continue Reading →
Both girls are attending new schools this year. B is now in Middle School while E was transferred to a new school that is better suited to her needs. And I am a nervous wreck sitting here at home. I vacillate between holding my breath and opening random apps on my phone to keep my... Continue Reading →