Doof Mom

It’s 1:00 A.M.
I’ve just gotten Gabby to sleep. She’s got a helluva cough (croupy & congested) and is just miserable. She won’t take ANY medicine. She doesn’t swallow pills and she doesn’t do liquids. I can remember when she was a toddler, D and I sat on her, forced her mouth open and gave her [...]

“Mom, you’re a doof!”   ::usually accompanied by much eye-rolling::
Some might not recognize that as a term of endearment. But for me and mine, those four words mean all is well in our world.
It means that even though my kids are reaching the age where their parents embarrass them, we have a tight, if wonky, relationship.
It [...]