I put my hand in still-wet cat puke on our couch. (Thank goodness for leather couches!) I do a quick clean up of said cat puke ( Read more... )

I grabbed Tristan's backpack and pulled out the end-of-week newsletter that stated it is the last such letter of the school year. I realized my first-born has already completed an entire year of school. Never again will he be a kindergartner ( Read more... )

Do you ever feel like you don't matter...like a little kid whose big sister is favored, whose every fault is reached for, plucked out of the sky and then carefully examined in the hand of the parent ( Read more... )