"I only get one life and I will not let Fibromyalgia take the joy from my living it."

Saturday, April 9, 2016

My Life is Written in This Wood

Welcoming a new kitchen table to our home. I may cry. I helped my husband buy the old one when we were just friends. Then came dating and marriage. Almost 14 years of marriage, in fact. I fed all five of our babies at that table and many others, hosted countless guests. It has dents from kids banging, stains from "washable" markers and one chair has a chew mark from the only thing Bradley ever chewed on. One chair completely retired from the kids breaking it in an MMA fight. It was an excellent table. I shouldn't be this attached. Yet, I am. But we need more space.  So here's our new table. Another good bargain.  This one from a garage sale. Nothing to fuss about when the kids dent it, scratch it and stain it. And they are young enough to still do all of those things so I can become firmly attached to this table. So please, bring your babies to eat and play. Come sit at my table. 


Friday, April 8, 2016

Stock in Parent Life

Krazy Glue.… just one of the many things to buy stock in when you become a parent. Nothing stops tears faster than saying, "I can fix it."