Rain. Day three.
Don't even ask how muddy things are around here. And this isn't even supposed to be our mud season. That's in the spring. Winter can't come soon enough for me. Bring on the freezing temps and snow. Then at least everything will be clean
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
