Today was the last day of school for Bubba and Denver.
Disclaimer: I really don't know what to do when one of my boys doesn't want to go with his father. But maybe we can learn together.
I don't want to use the word hate, (but) Mother's Day has often been the worse day of the year for me.
I haven't run in months. I truly do miss it. Did I just say that? Who would have thought. Not me. Never.
My dog, my sweet, sweet girl. A menace to the neighborhood? How could anyone not love that sweet, barking, snarling, fence jumping face. Just ask the post office.
My divorce is finally final. I am finally free. Why do I still feel trapped? Will I ever truly be free?
Holiday time is an emotional time, even when you are in the middle of a divorce. My goal was to survive the holidays. Well I am here.
The mystery of the missing post. My post disapeared, so I ramble on about Sons of Anarchy. I could talk about it for hours.
Part 2 of how and why my divorce happened.
I hate Halloween. The movies, the candy the trick or treating...all of it. Just blah.
My attempt at juggling work, kids, and my home. Oh and dealing with my ex as well.
The story of why I decided to divorce is a long one. I think it might need to be told in parts. So here is part 1.
Last group run before the big race on Sunday. Who knew I would love running this much?
Is this it? I ask myself this question a lot these days. A lot.