This week, on the surface, nothing happened. And yet, when I sat down to write, I realized so much has happened. HJ is potty training…. he’s not a baby anymore. He says things to me like, MOOMMMAAA, I NEEEDDDD YOU,” and “MaPa (Momma & Poppa), what are you doing here?” “I don’t like that.” We…
Momma is hurting. Not mentally or spiritually but literally physically hurting after a weekend of excessive food and drink. Sometimes I have a serious lack of, geez I can’t even think of the word because I’m a bit fuzzy this morning. Willpower, yeah, that’s it. Willpower, power over my will to just say no to…
