Savagemama is packing her things in preparation for their families move into a 282 square foot apartment.
Stuck on the side of the road with a gas can in one hand, husbands in the other.
Savagemama's distant idea of leaving the kids with the grandparents for a week becomes a reality.
An aging grandfather sheds light on character of husband and the long span of marriage.
Savagemama struggles with professional ambition.
Mom found lice infested in her daughters hair. The sight of the bugs will haunt her for the rest of her life.
They have discovered something that is relegated to the grown up world or, even better, the teenage one.
I started a mini campaign: We are so lucky, we got you.
I’ve spent all six of her years dealing with the fact that she doesn’t sleep in one form or another.
Trust me, there is a part of me (a big part) that loves seeing and being seen but after a few too many over committed weekends there is also a part of me that wants to hunker down on the farm, stay in my giving-up-on-life pants until 2 p.m. and make entire cities out of cardboard boxes with Lucille.