The Princess and the Polyester Pea and a Bombshell of the Not Breasty Sort

When Mr. G. leaves town the kids and I waste no time in doing all the things we cannot do when he is here. We do wacky stuff like eat Mexican food and sleep without the air conditioner set to 64 degrees. In fact last night I turned the AC all the way up to 68 degrees  (it’s a little warmer upstairs where the bedrooms are). In preparation for my two nights alone in bed I went all crazy and remade the bed. You see since Mr. G. so enjoys …

All Moms Are Fallible

I dropped my daughter when she was a baby, twice. I knew my son needed medical attention, but I didn’t believe it. Twice. My daughter has a dot tattooed on her neck, where I stabbed her with a pencil. Luckily just once, it was a crossword puzzle accident. My kids have had enough time alone to cover themseles head to toe in lipstick, both black and red. I’ve slept at the playground. I snore too. I’ve had car accidents and other mishaps. I set a tree on fire once, that …