write about Ben coming home, our adventures in Disney World, the baby who never stops babbling, and the girl who knows more than any seven year old should but time always gets away from me.
For now, I've been dealing with tall tales of the three foot kind (would you believe she lies?) along with a sudden work stoppage (she also decided to stop doing school work). Who is this child? And why is she doing this to me?
I've so little life left to give and she's sucking it out of me breath by shallow breath.