I haven't written much about everything we're going through with Piers, mostly because it's taking all of my energy to simply plow through it. Things are better and for that I'm grateful. I took this photo over Easter weekend and it makes me smile every time I see it. I can't begin to describe the … Continue reading His Happy Place
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Titles That Would Work This Week if I Had the Energy to Expound and Put Words Together for Actual Posts
ADHD-Related Family Mishaps -- Gil and the Missing iPhone Hives and the Drugs that Help Me Focus -- Continuing Makes Me Itch and Stopping Cold-Turkey is Plain Wretched Highlights From the Parent/Teacher Conference -- "Piers is Not Handling Frustration Well" More Highlights From the Parent/Teacher Conference -- "Wallace is Very Aware that Babies Often Come … Continue reading Titles That Would Work This Week if I Had the Energy to Expound and Put Words Together for Actual Posts
We Survived the Weekend Once Again
And....more about this later. Happy Monday!
Sunday Morning Crashing Down
You guys, I AM SO GROUCHY!! I've been planning to do a follow-up to my last post, specifically to talk about my relationship with Gil. I had made that lovely resolution to kiss him for ten seconds everyday, and as I mentioned, I am failing miserably. I really want to list all the fabulous things … Continue reading Sunday Morning Crashing Down
‘Tis the Season to Get My House Together
I need for life to get back to normal. I'm ready for my sweet children to go back to school. They've been out since the 18th. As I'm typing this and trying to work on some other projects, Wallace, my four-year-old is tying up my rain boot with the cord to the blinds in my … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season to Get My House Together
Mornings Are Not My Thing
Nothing turns me into a crazy lady quite like routine. We're going on just under a week of back-to-school bliss. And for the most part, it truly is fabulous. Piers started Kindergarten, and Wallace is in Pre-K at the SAME SCHOOL!!!! They are transitioning so well that I'm almost afraid to say it out loud. … Continue reading Mornings Are Not My Thing
Grief Happens 