I woke up this morning to the all-too-familiar sound of destruction, our cat digging her claws into the soft pine wood of the closet door frame. I stumbled out of bed and batted her away asking myself for the four millionth time, "Why do we have pets?" Just then a chill ran through my body... Continue Reading →
Armpits and Toothpaste
The early hours of this morning felt like something right out of a twisted psychological thriller. Oliver’s schedule is pretty off and he was still wide awake at midnight. I lied down in the parent chair next to his bed, put on the tv and tried to rest, hoping he would fall asleep too. We both started to... Continue Reading →