Perhaps I need to assign myself written lines today! I'm not feeling like a good Mom, I'm not feeling like a good wife, and I'm not really feeling like a good citizen. The past few days have been challenging. It's hard to remember, when I look at my sweet, thoughtful, beautiful, bright, insightful girl, that she is a survivor. It's hard to remember sometimes that our children are SUPER broken. That often they've spent the majority of their little lives in broken, dysfunctional homes that needed help that nobody was there to give. Friday our girl had a doctor's appointment so we stopped in a thrift store where one of my fellow foster Mamma friends works. We bee-lined for the book section because our girl is a voracious reader! Among the stacks of various books was this little gem! "You're a Better Parent Than You Think!" "Well, self" I said, "You're kind of rocking this parent thing. I wouldn't say you NEED thi...
I'm a crotchety chic who's addicted to crochet, obscenely happily married, and in love with my wife, my foster daughter and my feline fur baby! Here you'll find things I'm happy about, things I'm sappy about, things I'm mad about, and maybe a little self-promotion!