What I can say is that raising Rory is always a challenge. Especially when she's screaming at the top of her lungs to lift her and put her onto the floor after she's gotten herself stuck on top of the rocking chair in her room. Or when she yells at us for food but won't get off the bed to eat. But I'm lucky to have her in my life, and she really does enrich it.
"So I've started a blog now. I've got something to live for. I can't kill myself now." As if some of us haven't felt that there wasn't a reason to keep going at some point. I have trouble finding hobbies that don't include forcing whiskey-gingers and rum-and-cokes down my throat until my fingers feel numb.... Continue Reading →