My days of being a mother are long gone, but the memories linger on. Every once in a while, one of those recollections resurfaces and I wonder how I ever made it through the whole motherhood thing. I then tell myself (which I do a lot now in my old age) that it was a good sense of humor.
My firstborn was like the blueprint for the other two. She set the stage, so to speak. How she ever turned out to be so normal and sensible, is beyond me. I had no clue on how to raise children, other than the occasional baby sitting job and serving as a nanny one summer.
Life in our house wasn’t always easy. For the most part, we were living paycheck to paycheck ( which happens to be the case even to this day.) I was a stay-at-home mom at the insistence of my husband. I protested…
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