A little about the author...
I'm outspoken and sarcastic. I'm rough around the edges. I'm often tactless and just about as politically incorrect as one can be. I do have a filter, but it has had a rough life and is pretty inefficient these days. I swear like a sailor. No offense, sailors. I blame my mother for most of these qualities. I know there are people who would consider them flaws, but I'm pretty freakin' ok with it. I'm way too exhausted to bite my tongue, or to think before I speak.
The hubs and I have been together since High School. When we started dating, there were no dates. Neither of us were 16 yet, so we exchanged numbers and spent countless hours talking. *I talked, he listened-some things never change. Family landlines, people. Times were tough.
Fast-forward 10 years and we are winning parenting awards daily. Just the other day I was deemed "worst mom ever" for the third time this month by HW, our too-smart-for-his-own-good 6 year old. Little E, who "used to be three", refuses to wear pants. She's not particularly girly, but if wearing a dress means no pants and being able to show strangers her new Dora undies, she's in. Last, but not least, poor little Porky will be 1 in December and still has that new-baby smell, but everyday with her siblings is a fight for survival. I just keep shoveling in the food, praying she becomes durable enough to withstand the elements around here.
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