I was alone with my two month old son last week. My wonderful sister offered to watch my two older kids while my husband was out of town. Along with her two, she would have four under four. I assumed she either acquired a recent head injury; needed some heavy handed womb-shushing; or had a box of shiraz on hand. Maybe two out of three?
So I hightailed it out of this small town to a city.
I ate delicious ethnic food, not from a pub. I slept in a bed that wasn’t mine. I hit up Starbucks and Target like a pumpkin-spiced soccer mom on a Saturday. And I lost myself in the sweet maze of lies called a mall….(Read On)