I really don't have it too bad. My kids are pretty funny, listen to me forty percent of the time, and we have plenty to eat.
But it's that last one, the *having plenty to eat* that translates to my husband as me take good care of family.
Read how this well intentioned part of him may just have us up as the next episode of Hoarders.
Avoiding Hoarders, my post up today, at Aiming Low: where we strive for imperfection.
with new wine skins to fill
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