I can still remember the night. I was in bed, watching TV with the whole family, drinking a glass of wine. With the wine in my hand, I got up out of bed and one of the dogs decided that, just then, was the right time to hop off of the bed. To not step… Continue reading Where, for better or for worse, my kids mimic me
Category: Swearing
Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad
I’m looking at a few nights alone with the kids. While I’d never, ever, choose to be a single parent, and while I’m scared to admit it, I’m actually really looking forward to it. Daddy / kid time doesn’t happen a whole lot . . . just like I fear each of the kids has… Continue reading Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad
Where I Admit to Swearing Like a Sailor
Those of you who have known me for awhile will know that I actually am quite mature, and always have been. Sure, I have an intentionally immature sense of humor, and a, perhaps, unhealthy appreciation of the female form, but I’ve always come across as mature “in real life” (yes, mad woman behind the blog,… Continue reading Where I Admit to Swearing Like a Sailor