If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
‘Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to
The players: I’m married to a smart-mouthed Puerto Riccan. I’m a mommy to an adorable 2 year old who has a personality larger than he is. I’m expecting our second son who I’m sure is already conspiring with his brother against me. The only other female in this house is an 18 pound Maltipoo who has been with me from the start and is wondering when I’m going to stop adding people to our lives.
The game: I’m a domestic goddess who sets fire to kitchen appliances and uses the smoke alarm as a timer. I quit my job and moved from Phoenix to south west Michigan during a blizzard with an 8 week old and stated playing my hand as a stay at home mom. My husband has deemed me unfit to go to Costco unsupervised after the pregnancy purchase of 36 bags of skittles. But above all, I try to tell it like it is and keep my sense of humor- which really comes in handy when I’m surrounded by a tiny army of humans who I’ve created.