pandara

I've recovered. The arm is better and I am well rested. Ready for my phone to ring with the next few December babies. Most of them will be waterbabies too. I love it.


Next on my list of things to discuss--->Motherhood.
I have 2 sons. My oldest is 12 and the youngest is 8. Last night they gave me a run for my money.
I think my 8 year old was possessed last night. The mood swings he was having were in-freckin-sane.
He would be all sweet and loving to everone. His world was good. Then he would get frusterated and start slamming doors and screaming. I was like WTF is going on around here. He kept getting in trouble over and over. Then come to find out his brother--->the sweet and inocent one--->was starting most of it. Holy shit. I was losing my freakin mind. I think this is the shit that makes mama's start to look and dress old. It brought me to tears last night.



So today I am going to chill. Clean the house and try to sit back and smell the roses. Life is good. It just has its challenges from time to time.


Many Blessings,
P.