by | Sep 17, 2018 | Extreme Parenting For Extreme Children, Live Simply
I’m a plus-sized mom and I wore the suit. No I didn’t just wear that bad boy, I rocked that spandex leotard-like one piece like it was my J-O-B! Here’s why. Y’all as I walked to the water park in our resort, my anxiety was on 10. I was baking...
by | Sep 15, 2018 | Extreme Parenting For Extreme Children
Today I yelled. We finished up the day’s #Roadschool lessons and I let the kids go outside where I could see them to play. (Cool it, Karen, we live on a farm so no creepers and no cars.) I just got back Sunday night from four days of traveling for work and we...
by | Sep 15, 2018 | Extreme Parenting For Extreme Children
I got the call late last night. “She slit her wrists and is being admitted for 72 hours of observation,” a family member sobbed on the other end of the phone, begging me to pray. The only intelligible word before that sentence amongst the tortured sobs...
by | Sep 13, 2018 | Parenting
As the fingers of one hand press the squares to key the words on the screen, the other hand is wiping a gooey substance that might be nugget sauce or could be half eaten popsicle goo from my yoga pant leg. You know, the yoga pants who have never actually seen the...
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