Pieces of Me: Pt. 2

Don’t feel sorry for me when you see my disheveled hair that’s in desperate need of service and notice I’m wearing the same shirt two days in a row. Okay three. Don’t gawk at the fact that my desperate pleas to my husband to bring home a new box of wine because I have shamelessly…

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Making Friends.

Allow me to tell you a little story. Once there was a little girl who was incredibly shy and a mother who always found new ways to make an ass of herself.  Fortunately, the mother had managed to make, and keep some pretty solid friends over the years and despite herself, started feeling more confident…

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Momxiety

I’m sitting here at my computer, preparing myself for what happens next.  The part where I have to go to the parent’s orientation at Cori’s day school (separate from actual orientation – because apparently they are aware that this is a hot mess for all parents, so we need to orient ourselves before we are…

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