Allow me to begin this post by stating the obvious.
Kids are a reflection of their parents.
I know, I'm pretty much a genius.
This reflection is why it fucking sucks when your daughter starts pole dancing or your son steals chocolate milk from the ...

I cannot afford therapy; therefore, I blog.
My mission? 1) To provide my kids with a digital scrapbook of their lives, since it is entirely possible that I will die a young age from the stress they have caused me. 2) To provide myself with a creative outlet in hopes of relieving stress and not dying young. 3) Birth control. 








