On my hands and knees, 23 weeks pregnant with our 3rd child, surrounded by shards of glass, a broom and a dust pan.. enters husband from work. He walks straight in, says hey and practically walks right over me (I’m hard to miss.. did I mention 3rd child?! We get bigger, faster, the more childrenContinue reading “Part 2: Shattered Glass”
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Shattered Glass
I’m beginning to wonder why the hell I ever bought new dishes. I use to have these heavy duty, square, colored plates, bowls, mugs.. the works. My grandma bought them for me, in my first house I bought when I was about 24. I had 2 sets of red, 2 sets of blue, 2 setsContinue reading “Shattered Glass”
My Not So Secret Diary 