Single Mom Slice Of Life: The 5 Ways I Won
Some Of Parenting’s Biggest Battles!
So, despite the fact that I cannot keep a plastic plant alive, and I think the guinea pig is plotting a coup, I have somehow managed to raise children to the ripe old ages of 18 and 13. (I know, right??)
Not unlike the guinea pig, as my oldest plots and plans his escape from the house, I can’t help but look back and replay his childhood. I’ve never been described as normal, so really, my kids never stood a chance. So, minus the cartoony wavy lines, here’s a look back at just a few things I did to help the boys as well as myself survive this crazy thing called parenthood: