I’m a stay-at-home mom of two boys, a 9-year-old (The Good One) and a 2-year-old who we call The Beast. I spend 90% of my day chasing The Beast in an effort to prevent him from causing utter destruction. The other 10% of my day is spent drinking. As the mother of a supervillain, I do not sleep.
I’ve been married for 17 years to a guy who graciously puts up with my neuroses. I call him Virginia Slims Man.
I’m a self-diagnosed hypochondriac with OCD tendencies. I believe God gave me The Beast in an attempt to cure my insanity.
So far, it’s not working.