It even has a cute name. Because being thirty-four and a half is waaaaayyy too young to be tripping down that number line. So I’ve dubbed it my quasi-midlife crisis, and so it shall be. I’m kind of blaming my husband for this panic attack.
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This is actually a fantastic line stolen from one of the most amazing movies you’ve never seen of all time. I tend to somewhat exaggerate at times, so that last part may be debatable (and lately I am very much in the mood to argue, so bring it), but it’s absolutely one of my favorite […]
I love my children. Really. I do. But sometimes I want them to go far, far, away. Just for a little bit. They’ve been up since 5 am. My daughter is seven going on twelve. She has already mastered the hairy eyeball, and worst of all, the “you’re so stupid and bore me out of […]
Nope, you’re not seeing things, and yes, I did say that. Me. Crack Whore. Oh yes, it’s happening. I have been working for close to a month, and I am running myself into the ground. And like most working mamas, I don’t feel like I’m particularly rocking at any of it. I’m tired, my skin […]