Dear Food Diary, I started you in the hopes that I could finally make sense of why I cannot shed these 5 60 pounds that seemed to have just snuck up on me overnight during the last four years. With hope in my heart and fat cells on my ass, I embarked on my journey, staying diligent and honest as I…
So What That You Didn’t Ask
A bit paranoid.A little unorganizedThe kind of mom that overfills her sons’ lunch bags Heating pads and hot tea are not just for old peopleMakeup smudged directly after applicationThe kind of wife that listens when her husband says “less white granny panties please.” Not phased by the little stuffbecause the big stuff takes up too much…
Bits and Pieces
Snippets of conversations I’ve had with others this week. Some funny. Some sad. All a part of this journey I’m on called Life. Me: “He thinks my eyes look like sunflowers.”My Mom: “He must be blind.”(During a conversation where I told her that my husband stared into my eyes lovingly and gave me a compliment. …
Stuck
I resideherein the center of a fierce stormbrewing all around me, destroying those I love, crushing egos and creating new scars I open my mouth toutter words of encouragment or supportbut they sound superficial and stupid in light of all that is happening There is little I can dothough my nature is to rush towards the mess and try…
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They came.They colored.They conquered. Today was the first day of school.More importantly,The first day of Kindergarten. I love teaching this age groupbut each First Day of SchoolI sort of forget why. New faces.New names.New Playground Drama. I am too tired to type.Too exhausted to think of a title for this post. Please take a moment to…
A Necessary Evil
I dread our daily meeting tip-toeing down the hallwayholding my breathregretting yesterday’s choices You are a fearsome foeilliciting feelings of self-hatredmy self-worth diminishingthe closer I get to your presence I have tried to make amendsand accept your existancetelling myself that you mean nothing in the grand scheme of things andi make empty promisesabout restraintand starting…
Sell 17 Items. Or Else.
So Monchichi comes home today with a giant envelope from school. Inside is a four-inch-thick catalog of things they are forcing my child to peddle in order to earn his school some more money. Believe me. I am not blind to the fact that when his teacher wants to make copies she has to count out the exact number…