Living. And loving. And hurting.
I don’t know why I have been so hesitant to write another blog. I don’t know why it takes me so long to get my fingers going. Things just start tumbling down onto the page when I do. And I have so much to say. I couldn’t even decide what I wanted to write about today, because I have so… Read More
I am so undeniably overwhelmed. I am writing this post in an effort to de-whelm myself, and get some things done. We fly to Canada in less than 48 hours. There is so much to do. There is so much not done. Ronan is sick. Why did he have to get sick? I can’t deal with sick. Let me be… Read More
I always knew I would breastfeed my children. Literally, always. I remember being very young, around 5 years old, and finding out that my boobies were meant to feed a baby some day. I was absolutely amazed, couldn’t WAIT for that to happen, and would hold all of my dolls up to my chest to ‘nurse’. I remember very distinctly… Read More
Brock left for work around 8am this morning. Ronan was still sleeping. I prayed that he would stay asleep… all I wanted was just one more hour. I wasn’t ready to get up, not ready at all to face the day. About five minutes later, I heard Ronan. It wasn’t his normal ‘wake up’ noises – he usually starts out… Read More
Too hilarious not to share. Here you go.
While I laid in bed last night, wide awake for nearly 4 hours, I thought of things I could blog about. I never really have problems coming up with ideas of things to write when I’m doing… oh, ANYTHING but writing. But as soon as I sit down at my keyboard, my mind goes blank. I run through a million… Read More
