Backpacking

Don’t ever let anyone tell you that being a mom isn’t dangerous business. I have brushes with disaster every day: Spraying the Scrubbing Bubbles on the toilet seat only to realize that the spray nozzle is turned around and my forehead is now squeaky clean, but I need an ophthalmologist. Smacking the back of my head on the top bunk so many times I have to shake the sheets to find my fillings. Impaling my brain via eardrum with a corn skewer...