I wish I were writing this about a stranger I encountered in a crowded parking lot, while us Idahoans stock up on diapers and meat during this hideous winter. Unfortunately that is not the case and instead I write about myself, a seriously crazy person. I've been pregnant before, quite a few times actually (see previous posts) but never while raising a two year old...while raising teenagers? yes. That's probably even more confusing (maybe reading a series of older posts will clear that one up?) Well, this is a completely different game. I think I'm a pretty reasonable and easy-going lady, ya know, in life. My husband and I played a little Super Mario Bros last night so...basically I'm awesome. Or at least I have the potential to be. Boy oh boy though, do I have my moments these days. Simply put, I feel as though there is a volcanic rage inside of me, building throughout the day ( some days, not all) and I'm not quite sure where it is going to erupt a
Tales that are just long enough.