Today is my dad’s 51st birthday. I thought it was his 50th. I am such a tard. And a terrible daughter.

Today is my dad’s 51st birthday. I thought it was his 50th. I am such a tard. And a terrible daughter.

First the good news:
James is out of the hospital, home, sleeping and pain free. That’s reason enough to celebrate, right?
Speaking of the boys, I have a stupid question. On Halloween, their second birthday, I …

I need to stop crying. I need to pull myself together and get with the program.
I need to get up out of the chair, and get re-organised.
Asher bit me this morning when I was feeding …