Monday sucked. And it was bloody. It was Monday bloody Monday. I had it on my chest, on my robe, on my legs. One of my twin sons gashed his head before 9 am. Yep, it was a shitty Monday. And I'm officially a mother of boys.
Read MoreIt's true though. It's kind of like religion. Or a gang. But let's leave those political terms aside. And call it what it is. Friendship. Or in other words, fuel for the mother soul.
Read MoreI'm a fan of sugar. And wine. And brie. And pretty much everything else that tastes like heaven on earth. And last month I put an end to it all after not feeling so hot about my habits. There were some hard days, some shitty days, and also great days. I kinda learned a lot. So in an effort to inform the lessons learned, here goes.
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