California born, Nashville living, lots of babies, lots of lifestyle. Hang around and let's be friends!
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.
She's behind the scenes. Doesn't make an appearance unless someone is out sick. But she knows the whole drill from top to bottom and can rescue the whole ship if it sinks. She's got her picture and bio in the program but she doesn't get any applause. She also doesn't take a bow at the finale. But she should. But she doesn't. She's the understudy.
It'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.
