No, no. Not in that “let’s have a good time!” sort of way. More like that, “I’ve had just about enough of everything and I’m at my breaking point” sort of way. I am so tired of people droning on about the weather (myself included), but I’m really hoping that endless days of cold and
The first few years of a child’s life are generally associated with fresh little nicknames: Terrible Twos, Threenagers, Effing Fours. But somewhere between those threes and those fours lies a dark, dark place confusing stage. All I can do is sit back and watch while this sweet little girl in a tutu is trying to figure
Ever since my second son was born at the beginning of this year, I’ve been dying to get professional family photos taken. You know the ones I’m talking about: Mom, Dad, and kids all in classically generic poses, beaming at the camera, dressed embarrassingly alike. Yeah, I wanted that, in all of its cheesy glory.
We can be honest here, yes? This is not easy for me to admit. I dislike how negative I can occasionally be. I am embarrassed that I can come across as easily annoyed, jealous, or short-fused, when that part of my personality shows itself. I sometimes like to think that maybe I’m just being witty