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One of my Sunday memories of childhood is my dad sitting in the living room reading the paper.


Writings of a teachermom, choosing to stay home with her kids, while loathing all domestic responsibilities! In late Aug. 2008, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative breast cancer. After surgery, chemo and radiation, I was given theall clear. However, in the late summer of 2008, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, which metasticized to other areas.
One of my Sunday memories of childhood is my dad sitting in the living room reading the paper.


In case you didn’t know…..If your 2 year old son decides not to drink his full sippy cup of milk while lying in your room watching TV, and instead, unbeknownst to you, decides to hide it , after about a week, the entire upstairs of your house will suddenly begin smelling like fresh vomit, and you’ll spend the much of the morning and afternoon shoving your nose into everything trying to sniff out the culprit, until you find the now cottage cheese-like substance resting behind the armoire on top of the heating vent.