Our Sweet Family of SIX!

So, I am typically a person who is completely and utterly against putting any size, shape or sort of dirty laundry on social media, which is why many people didn't even know when I was going through a divorce. I'm making an exception today, because frankly, I just can't even. I'm so bewildered, flabbergasted, confused, taken aback (insert EVERY synonym for any of these terms here) at a situation that took place today, so much so, that I JUST CAN'T EVEN. CAN'T. Do you ever have those days where everything goes wrong, or just seems so ridiculous that you are certain that at some point you are going to run into a wall that is painted to look like the sky because you know that you absolutely have to be on something like the Truman Show where everything is happening for someone else's entertainment? No, just me? Huh. Well, the last few months, I keep waiting for someone to jump out and shout "Smile! You're on Candid Camera!" It hasn't happened...

So, my mom lives in a trailer park. Well, not really really a trailer park, an RV park. Apparently it's a fancy one where you can have weddings and shit. And you know what? I think she is doing it right. I mean, she may have had to get rid of all but 3 pairs of panties, a shirt and a skort (yes, she does still wear those), but she's doing it RIGHT for her and her hubby. This whole tiny house movement, and less is more thing is AMAZING for those who can do it. Right? I think it is absolutely fantastic that she and her husband have a 300 square foot place with a love seat that folds out into a bed (remember, I'm from Arkansas). If we had a 300 square foot place for our bunch, someone would be rushed to the hospital within a matter of seconds, and by someone, I mean probably my husband. He gets a little mouthy, and I just need some friggin' space sometimes. I wish I could be one of those people who gets rid of of all their clothes except 7 outfits and 2 pair of shoes, bu...

Remember that time that I spent weeks typing out my birth story to share? Like, 3 years ago... Yeah, I never finished that, did I? I feel like I owe you an apology, an explanation. I was so busy trying to hide my hurts and struggles at the time, I allowed myself to become consumed in writing my birth story so I could hold on to something beautiful and wonderful, just a little bit every day. And then the shit really hit the fan. Like, REALLY. In September of 2012 I became the opposite of myself because of events happening in my life. I withdrew from all my loved ones who were 8 hours away and tried to deal with the issues in my life alone. I withdrew from the things and people that I loved most. I stopped fiber arts, spinning and writing for a time, and completely stopped sharing my writing with others.  I'll tell you one thing I learned, THAT DOES NOT END WELL FOR ANYONE. I have friends and family that did not even know I was going through a divorce until after I was remarrie...