Oh! Hello there...you'll have to excuse my absence, I've been busy finishing up my slice of humble pie. It started off leaving a bad taste in my mouth, but towards the end, it was quite sweet.
I'd like to now think I'm no longer a Stay at Home Mom. Sort of. But now a Work from Home Mom. No more sort of! ha!
Ugh. I yelled. Nope, actually, I screamed.
We had to sit down and really think about what was going on. We came to the conclusion that it failed because neither my husband nor I really wanted to do it. We just heard that this was what we were supposed to do.
lack of RSVP I have received over the years leads me to believe that it's less about human error than it is about people really believing, if you don't RSVP it means no.
I lost 2 people the year my dad died. Both suddenly, but only one without explanation.
Oh and don't even get me started on inviting them into the kitchen to help me bake, or prep something. Sorry kid, it's all so hot. No can do.
There's a saying that I quite enjoy, although it's typically something I hear at funerals, that it's not the beginning date or end date of one's life, but the dash in the middle that counts.