Done.
I will begin with the end.
In the Sortor home, a Barbie can expect a life as filled with beatings and drama as your average Lifetime movie.
When you can’t win your children’s affection any other way, you can always pay Disney to win it for you.
I will begin with the end.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying. -Robert Herrick
Brooklyn started Kindergarten today and I feel (and probably look) like I’ve been the victim of some kind of natural disaster.
The enthusiastic pediatrician is dead. Darth Schlictenstein is our new doctor.
I’m going to take it a day at a time and try to keep the tears at a minimum.
Avery won’t be two-and-a-half forever. Today I am grateful for that. But then there are those good days…
Blood trickled down my quivering upper lip as we neared the source of the natural light: A large window overlooking the parking lot and a sign reading “This Way to Flooring”. And we were never heard from again! The End.
I’m not going to lie to you- its been a long eight-and-a-half-months.