When my kids were growing up, I considered it a “win” if we made it through the day without medical intervention. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? I still do.
When my kids were growing up, I considered it a “win” if we made it through the day without medical intervention. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? I still do.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
so good
ha ha!
“Love” is a four-letter word to a parent some times, because so are “dirt,” “mess,” “puke,” “ouch,” “scab,” and “$1,000 emergency room bill and six hours of my life that I’ll never get back.” (That last one is usually just shortened to “SHIT!!” or something similar.)
Imagine how astronomically different it was for those of us with hypochondriac mothers. Band-Aids and doctor’s visits up the wazoo.
hahaha! sooo true! thanks for the chuckle this morning!