Phone Confetti and Busted Water Pipes
I am the proud mother of four. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to say? Truth is I am the mother of four. Not proud. Some days, I’m killing it (thanks to Adderall and a continuous flow of coffee…I’m not kidding… continuous). Other days, I am a complete and utter failure. It is difficult to teach … Continue reading Phone Confetti and Busted Water Pipes
