March 20, 2017 – 11:46 pm
This morning began much like every other morning: I checked to see if April the giraffe is still pregnant. Isabella yelling at me about something. My baby, it seems, isn’t so much a morning person unless it’s Saturday — the one day a week I could potentially do some sort…
I know I don’t need to share, once again, that I’m a bit of frazzled mess ( but you know I’m going to do it anyway SORRY). I’m pretty sure you already know this and mutter things under your breath about why I’m not medicated and blah blah blah stop…
January 25, 2017 – 9:11 am
The constant need to be busy. Being on the go is a bit like a drug to feed the anxiety beast. If I’m working several jobs, if I’m focused on my new ballet classes or 6th grade math homework or taking multiple photography classes or making lists or reading books or…
