After three days at my mom's house -- a doctor appointment, a visit from the MIA nephew and his family, hanging out and watching Monk reruns, eating too much candy...I'm home again. Oh, good, I thought. Finally, I'll get some writing done.
How is it that my kids are 18, 18, and 12, and I'm still telling myself that I can get a lot of writing done over school breaks? Shouldn't I have learned better by now?
This is the picture I should have sent out with my Christmas cards. My mother is standing between me and Pearlie.
How is it that my kids are 18, 18, and 12, and I'm still telling myself that I can get a lot of writing done over school breaks? Shouldn't I have learned better by now?
This is the picture I should have sent out with my Christmas cards. My mother is standing between me and Pearlie.
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