I did not trick or treat with maxi pads taped to my feet, no. But everyone who knew who I was dressed as asked where that part of my costume was.
“You know what else I’ve also learned about cancer? It’s stealth. It is a stealth disease. It is so under wraps that it has invaded you before you even have a clue.”
When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I’ll pull up this post and say, “This is a small but very accurate sample.”
There isn’t even a name for what happened to me so I’m calling it “Just Put Down Your Damn Phone.”
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
This week’s link roundup.
I am giving you permission to discipline my children unless your approach to discipline is none whatsoever.
First Peter Frampton, then Donny Osmond, and now… and now Sweet Micky.
We threw a party involving both Marlo AND a piñata and somehow no one got hurt.
With help from the village of mothers around her, the sparkle has returned to my baby girl’s eyes.