Time to get real. This week has not consisted of any Covid shining moments for me. Yesterday, I managed to get into a knock-down, drag-out fight over Little Red Riding Hood with my 6-year old. It ended with me literally tearing his assignment into teeny-tiny pieces right in front of him. All because he wouldn’t do his homework when told. Definitely not my shiniest mom moment. Good thing he was...
April 2020
I haven’t been sleeping much since I got this hair-brained idea to expand my real estate game in 2020. I’m living on caffeine, grain alcohol, ibuprofen, a bit of nicotine, Tums, hard seltzer, and a prayer. Just call me Bon Jovi. The first year for any new business is tough, but if I get taken down by some disease a bat promulgated without gaining super hero powers to save Gotham City, I will be...