There are a lot of really amazing so-called “Mommy Blogs” out there. I read several myself. But what happens after that?
I am not a “Mommy” anymore. At this point in life, I’m scratching and clawing my way towards 5 o’clock, with one hand on the broom to sweep out the empty nest.
I’m married to The Bear. It’s a pretty nontraditional relationship, but at the end of the day, we’re best friends.
The Professor daughter is a grad student.
The Artist daughter is a grad student.
The Ambassador is a junior in college.
With a teensy bit of alcohol, much more profanity, and a lot of laughs, I hope to figure out what hell comes next in my life.