Here’s a “newsflash” for those who know me: I’m not good at accepting help.
It’s not that I think I have all the answers or am invincible. 625 more words
Have you ever had one of those months where you get a mouse in your kitchen, your stove breaks, you’re pregnant during what feels like a heat wave (and wearing charming compression stockings that make you look and feel about 80), the leftovers get burned and set off smoke alarms late at night, and on top of it all, your back goes out? 397 more words