where wildly different is perfectly normal
Lots o’ Momma Bears out there…
Lots o’ Momma Bears out there…

Lots o’ Momma Bears out there…

There aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I need to do, especially since I seem to hit uber-slow speed when super stressed. Like today. This week has become the perfect storm of stress and there’s no end in sight right now. Usually I respond to all comments by email, and it is killing me that I just can’t. So many of you commented on my last post. The well-wishes and offers of wine and support is welcome and I just thank you so much. We’re still in the thick of things and because this is such a public forum, I just can’t say anything about anything. But I’m still greatly pissed off, there are no answers forthcoming from the powers that be, and it’ll be a miracle if my stomach lining survives this whole ordeal. I can’t believe there’s anything left at this point.

I’ll be back to the regularly scheduled amusements in the near future.


  1. HRH

    You can use my blog anonymously to unload if you want! I keep thinking we need to start a group blog for things that can’t be said on our own. I think I would name it “Because my mom reads my other blog…”

    Hang in there.

  2. Her Bad Mom has a separate blog where anyone and everyone can post anonymously. Just sayin. If it helps. But really only for my nosey curiosity. :0)

    Hope you’re doing well. Can I send an umbrella drink your way? Might be easier on the stomach!

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