Just another lazy Saturday?
It’s a lazy Saturday. Yet I woke up with my back feeling like someone had taken hammers to it. It hurts like hell. Had to take some Motrin to make it through the morning. Is this what getting old is supposed to feel like?
RSA (aka Reluctant Step-Parents Anonymous)
I broke my own rule and married a man with a child from a previous marriage. I'm counting the days until his summer visit with his mother. There should be a support group for this. There isn't.
About a cat…
The cat escaped at 11pm. While I'm here: I'm married, ex-Navy, three kids, and not quite ready to admit to my low-key depression. How it all began.
