His room is dark. Discarded books are piled on the nightstand, his empty cup on top. I whisper that it’s time for our song, and he snuggles into position. I …
When Life Hands You Poop, Drink Wine With A Friend
Hello? My kid needs a warm and comfy place to poop. May we please use your home?
This Is Why I Don’t Eat Dinner With My Kids
While I cooked, Bug shouted from the other room, “Something smells.” Clearly a bad omen, but I shrugged it off.