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Southern. Hot. Mess. I say! Somebihyaaatch. My life has just completely taken this phrase to a new level.  I’m an emotional badass, I’ve decided. I’d have to be to get through the ridiculous living nightmare that has been my life the last 13 months! Again, mess is not sufficient. The level of batshit crazy I’ve […]
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That moment when silence is interrupted by wind blowing snow against the breakfast window while the house sleeps, and my breath hangs on the memory of inhaling cold air while playing outside on a snow day. Memories are so precious. Like finding a pair of 8-year-old shoes from my son’s toddler years. I think about […]
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I’m assuming that’s how it is spelled. I got 4 hours of sleep, the bed has been screaming my name, and I have to much to get done today . . . And the idea of putting on a bra seems laborious. It’s after 9am, and Hub is snoozing, with Diva cuddled beside him.  Now, […]
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Ok, so Hub has 2 female friends with toddlers Diva’s age – within weeks apart – and they have similar issues. They have noticed a pattern around 5 pm every single day, their respective 2 year olds go berserk.  And it lasts a few hours.  Diva starts at 3.  But similar. So, perhaps she’s not […]
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Notice I said things? NOT people. Never people. The actions of people, perhaps, at times, when warranted. But it’s a dangerous thing, this “hate.” I hate illness. Physical & mental. Autism, depression, OCD, ADHD, PTSD, schizophrenia, dimentia, Alzheimer’s, & all the other ones out there that society doesn’t understand or share compassion for, unless it […]
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