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Bright colours and a laughing baby makes my world a happy place. My dream for you is this. That your teachers and school environments always encourage you to be the special little person that you are.
My journey as a mother and all that my life entails. 8220;You call me out upon the waters.
I have no reason to NOT have another baby other than I always thought since Dudie came along he would be my only child. The more I think about it, the more confused I become! This is how we c.
Have you ever had a mommy time out? I had a mommy time out recently and I am now of the opinion that this THE thing that us moms need most. Yes we love our husbands, children, dogs, homes and jobs, but for the love of God all of those things can also drive a woman DEMENTED and begging for a fast flow tap on a VAT of wine! I went away BY MYSELF to run the Knysna half marathon in July and it was so divine. The fact that I have an extremely capabl.
Or about the half spring-cleaned back room started yesterday. And Friday is movie day.
Living Life One Day At A Time. The answer to the age old question. How many blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb? Just one it seems. I did it last night, on my own. Good grief, am I showing my age? Come in, if you are brave own up if you remember it. Mom, are you the boss at work.
I have been in the office since six this morning and now at three I have most of the work done. All items have been struck off my to-do list. It is such a satisfying sight to see. I aim to have nothing on my kitchen counters besides the bread bin, kettle and coffee machine. I just want clean clear space. They are who they are and I really should learn to accept it. But events like the fridge test me. I have decided that we will just do what they want and this will be the last time.
Little Mister and his Big Sisters. The incredible, hectic, blessed, joyous, frustrating, amazing, insane, exhausting awesomeness of being a working mum of 3.
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The site had the following in the homepage, "Why I cant be a mommy blogger anymore." I noticed that the web site stated " I mean this as no offence to my friends who have mommy blogs." They also stated " You carry on wit yo bad selves, do yo thang, guurl. Or your opinion sucks or whatever. Otherwise wed write in journals or on typewriters and never hit the share button, right? Where am I going with is? This will no longer be a memoir for my munchkins. And I dont know much more than that."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
November 19, 2012 in Uncategorized. She interviews Arn Chorn-Pond about his time in Cambodia in the killing fields as a child and his move to America. The true story gives insight into a child trying to survive and make sense of the world. An has the ability to make friends with adults and others who help him and eventually he learns to tell his story in America.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart William Wordsworth. We all have a story to tell. Written on Sunday 01, 2015. Write 250 words inspired by the first and last lines of the very next song that plays. Yesterday, I waited for your friends to walk away so I could say just what I mean. He gave me a sheepish smile.
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Before my parents divorced twice over the Vietnam War,. Before my Mom left us in Southeast Asia for 2 years when I was 10,. Before we reunited with her in Crested Butte when I was 12,. Before I was living alone in a trailer when I was 14,. Before my academic scholarship to college, which I nearly lost a few times,. Before I was homeless in New York City,. Before those nightgowns were stolen her first day in county hospice,.