A single, rural mama's ramblings about parenting boys, finding herself (oh brother), struggle and joy, juggling more jobs than you can shake a stick at, creativity as we attempt to not only survive but somehow live a fulfilling and rich life below the poverty line, humor as a coping mechanism when you'd be a basket case otherwise, and all the beauty that IS.
Have I been good? That's a tricky question. Compared to whom? Actually, I can't remember what we were talking about. Politics I think.
The other one is done cooperating, and is now hiding under the tree.
The Kid has now changed his request to "A digger, with little green monkeys climbing all over it". Good luck with that one, Santa.
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