This is not a blog for the faint of heart. I am a cash-strapped, stay-at-home, imperfect mother of three flawed children: girls ranging from an almost-teenager to a fledgling kindergartner. Their antics are not always funny and I do not respond to their outbursts with inerring patience and skill. My marriage is cracked and flawed; there is sporatic companionship and too-little affection. It is possible that he enjoys the wine he sells a wee too heartily; I've just gone and marked all of the liquor bottles with tiny, inconspicuous Sharpie marks. I enjoy reading, writing, and running, but spend most of my day mired in housework.