Confessions of a snarky, Tito's drinking, Mommy of three adorable monsters.
My 6 year old comes in for a bedtime hug with, “love you Mommy” to which I reply, “I love you too”. A strong hug and a moment later I say quietly, “do you know how much I love you?” and I get the standard response, “yeah”. I take a deep breath before whispering, “you …
Now, you can try to imagine what it might feel like to nourish a floppy blob, but you don’t really know what it’s like until you actually have to feed the frantic screeching mush ball 12 times a day having not slept in what feels like 10 years.