My Gritty Mama Truth
It’s 11:43 am. Nothing has gone like it’s supposed to today, or frankly any of the last few days. My
It’s 11:43 am. Nothing has gone like it’s supposed to today, or frankly any of the last few days. My
I’m Meg. Chronic disease lifer. Mama Extraordinaire. Book obsessed. Coffee idolizer. Firm believer that when life gets tough, moms get tougher.
My week clearly wasn’t going to get any better. Survival mode had been engaged. We can do this soldier.
It’s 11:43 am. Nothing has gone like it’s supposed to today, or frankly any of the last few days. My