Pg. 25

A script, written back in the day by me, was based on real people close very to me. This script never saw the light of day. However, I still feel the need to acknowledge the blatant asshole I now see in my young and “expressive” self. Having gained some perspective on motherhood since, as well as some knowledge of the cluster fuck of mishaps and pain that life can throw at someone; A woman who feels like she is dying on the inside and who is perceived as a disaster most days on the outside as well, but is still … Continue reading Pg. 25

When my son tried to call my bluff on who would be more embarrassed…

Yesterday morning, in the midst of yet another battle with my son before school, I told him that if he isn’t willing to try to have a better attitude towards me when I picked him up that day, that we were going to have problems. He looked me dead in the eye and warned “If you start to fight with me at school, YOU WILL BE SO EMBARRASSED.” He’s 5.  But I wasn’t backing down so easily. I’d pretty much had enough of his mouth this week already, and for like, the past 3 weeks at least. So, I told him … Continue reading When my son tried to call my bluff on who would be more embarrassed…