What can I say? Once in a blue moon I have my shite together enough to have a “Good Morning.” How do I do it? Let me break it down: 1 9 o’clock: Say ‘bye to Hubs & start searching the apartment for coffee mug. 2 Stumble across last night’s To Do lists of calls…
I originally published this piece about a year ago, not long after Gwyneth Paltrow & her husband Chris Martin had just announced their separation. Only they were calling it a Conscious Uncoupling. This got an awful lot of press for being a very unusual and new-agey sounding way to say “we are divorcing”. …
So… it’s been a Good News/Bad News kind of a day in Toddlerville. Good News: #Frankenfoot got her stitches out & that means I’m just a day or so away from a full on proper shower (with Hubs standing by)! Everything is healing really well & the x-rays look super good. Bad News: Because everything…
Sheesh! Lots of talk on the interwebs today about consciously uncoupling. Who’s doing it & what the hell does that even mean? Eh, no one here in Toddlerville has a clue about that stuff. ‘Round these parts we are all about the coupling that was solidified 3 years ago today. That would be Hubs &…
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