It was supposed to be a footloose, fun and fancy-free girl’s weekend on the beach. We’d been planning our getaway for almost six months. Because when you’re a mom, these things take time to organize.
It was supposed to be. It was not. Continue reading
The group text read, “I just want to let you all know how special you really are…I shaved my legs for you guys. My husband’s pretty jealous.”
Did you miss me this weekend? Some of the mama’s made an escape to wine country. Sans kiddos. Continue reading
