I know I’m not alone when I say, “I’m tired.” This pandemic has drained me emotionally, spiritually and physically. Today marks exactly 180 days since
Day 15 – March 30, 2020 8:55 am – Gary woke me up just in time for virtual church. The boys are not having it
We survived our second week at home. I’m continuing to document our experiences in my Coronavirus Captian’s Log. This week wasn’t without some struggles. The
Being self-quarantined, confined to the four walls of my home with four boys, while being an academic support for virtual learning and driving my career has left me feeling inspired, overwhelmed and needing to make the most of it. Out of this mess was born the “Coronavirus Captain’s Log.” When the hard, or ridiculous or the outright hilarious happens, I’m here to document.
So much is uncertain with COVID-19. But I do know one thing … I will give my boys good memories while we are all self-quarantined.
Earlier this school year, Jaden asked me if I would drive him to school. My immediate answer was, “No.” It was hard enough getting all
I’ve never been one to say, “No,” to church related activities but I did have some concerns. Communion is a big milestone in their faith and not something that’s just cool to do.
Therapy is a close friend of mine. We have been getting together on and off since I was 13. Looking back, Therapy and I have
His eyes were soft, yet a twinge of pain when he asked, “Do you still feel like you are a single mom?”
Friends, it hit me like a ton of bricks … I’m no longer a single mom.
When the boys were younger, my favorite part of the day was the monkey pile while watching our bedtime tv show. I loved to cuddle