I don’t want to sound overly dramatic, but you know that image of a polar bear clinging to an iceberg? That’s me in the shower that is. And if you’re thinking hippo in a bathtub, shame on you!
It all began when the kids first scaled Mount Stair-gate. Until then, upstairs was a savannah of sanity. A place of respite from all those that sought to destroy my mental well-being.… read the full post.