I try hard, but I tend to fall short with my parenting and wife skills. Apparently a fondness for Kraft dinner and Chef Boy R Dee, along with a penchant for potty talk does not make me a candidate for mother of the year. My husband is still scratching his head, wondering how I managed to trick him into marriage. Listen to my blather about losing a child and learning how to grin and bear it. With or without the mommy-juice.