I stayed up late last night. After two final episodes of Daredevil, the completion of making the next day's lunches and an impromptu (but much needed) pedicure I'd finally wasted enough time. I was sure the kids were deeply asleep and wouldn't bother me so I set about my task.
I trudged down to the basement, carefully setting aside boxes and whisking away dust to uncover a long lost friend - Santa's little helper around the Brown household, Rocky.
Don't roll your eyes, we're a proud elf on the shelf family, and I'm still a hardcore thug mama!
Experiments in marriage, parenthood and other adult dysfunctions.
