Sometimes I LOL. Sometimes I'm serious. But I always aim to entertain.
Time has a sneaky way of creeping up on you. Just five years ago, on a sunny Mother's Day, I took to the internet to vent on how neglected, unappreciated and angered I felt and posted my very first TMTA blog post. It was either that or commit murder.Skip ahead to 2022, and not much... Continue Reading →
I lost my phone the other day. Guess where I found it.
When your husband compares his tummy issues to childbirth ...
Husband: Would you rather be a widow or divo...Me: Widow!Husband: You're not even gonna take a minute to think about...Me: Nope...Husband: Should I be worriedMe: YepTil death do us part. Cause of was never specified. Just kidding🙃 *If you enjoyed this post, check out more of my fiction here.
Recently, my husband threw a silent tantrum for a week. It was bliss❣
I'll list my top 5 peeves, because if I don't limit myself, I would fill the internet.
She looked at her living room floor. It looked like war had been waged here (a battle of toys to end all battles)...
Every once in a while, my brother brings me a dish of whatever mouth-watering concoction he's produced. My husband, for reasons unbeknownst to me, sees this as a challenge, and he goes above and beyond to make the next meal he prepares (more often than not a variation of my brother's dish) extra scrumptious. How do I know, you ask? Because for the duration of the meal, and sometimes the day after (if there are any leftovers) he repeatedly asks whether I'm enjoying the meal and how it compares to my brother's. Not once, not twice, but sometimes as much as five times.
So I'm laying there, examining his face by the early morning light, overcome by love and all the sappy motherly emotions you hope could last all day. Then he wakes up and gives me the cutest smiles and sweetest hugs, I feel so blessed and I realize, this tiny human being, this is my gift. Every year, him and his brother are my anniversary gifts, and I love and cherish them so much I wouldn't trade them for the world. Then, in his loving play, he whacks me in the eye and I think, maybe I should have saved the receipt, hrmpff
Tie My Tubes Already 