I called on Jesus so much on Wednesday. I’m sure He doesn’t want to hear from me again until Thanksgiving! Wednesday our family accomplished major victories. You can never plan enough for autism and I learned that sometimes all of my planning makes things worse. I thought back to last year when Sydney and I … More Jesus Take The Ferris Wheel And The Waffle Fries
I struggle with blogging lately because my draft posts are like mini novels and then I realize, Ain’t nobody got time for that. As I enjoy a pedicure I’m typing this quick blog! For those that think I should be relaxing. I’m the only one here and blogging relaxes me. Besides I can’t decide on … More Stop Trying So Hard!
I am not sure if it is my heart monitor or my short natural hairstyle, but this sista was asked out on five dates this week. Holla!!!! Before you get all excited two of those invites don’t count. One little boy was thirty years old! Bless his little heart. Another gentlemen was a little “suspect”, … More Who Needs Match.com When You’re Wearing A Heart Monitor
This is Syd, all smiles when Harrison and I picked her up early from summer school on Thursday. It’s the smile on her face that I love and even more the excitement and hugs we received when we picked her up. This is perfect autism. Yesterday I knew I was pushing it, the heat index … More Damn You Mary Poppins
I’ll be happy when I lose ten more pounds. I’ll be happy when I find a step daddy for my kids. I’ll be happy when I write another book. I’ll be happy when I can learn to say no. I’ll be happy when we take a vacation. I’ll be happy when….. This past week taught … More I’ll Be Happy When
Mother’s Day is a reminder that I’m the mama and the daddy. It’s a reminder that I prayed four years to get pregnant and God was making sure that I was really ready for motherhood. My motherhood journey took twists, turns, bumps, hills and valleys, but eventually I saw a light at the end of … More Motherhood
I was in a mood today, and it wasn’t the weather or my lack of sleep from last night. I realized that every day won’t always be roses. I’m mad at myself for allowing comments that were made to me magnify into a million scenarios in my head. I almost allowed myself to have a … More Just One Of Those Days