My kid found a hole in her Target jeans tonight. We bought them in Dec. We're making do, as "trendy."
I don't have an Aunt Bee. I have an ex-MIL (my "outlaw") who I got in the divorce.
She comes 1ce a mth. She's an angel.
And yeah, the weeping on the kitchen floor wondering how you're going to do it alone.
Single motherhood made Liz who she is in many ways.
She's MY president. All the way.