Who the hell are you and why are you here, dammit?
Hey there. Greetings. Years ago, I had a little blog called Cut My Milk. It was fun. I loved doing it. I had a voice of some kind. While I hung around home doing fuck-all except raise my five weird spawn, cooking for them, cleaning for them, entertaining them, blah, blah, blah, I wrote shit down. But that was then and this is now and I can't keep living in the past. I've moved on. I now work two jobs, continue to raise my five weird spawn, cook for them, clean for them, pay for their entertainment and petrol. See. Progress. Who am I? I've been called many things in my life, some I won't share here, but most recently Mam, Mum, Mim, Mummacita, Sweetie, and Mrs Mac. My other labels include: AuDHD (the inattentively fabulous type), PTSDish, depressed, anxious, fibromyalgic, overtalkative, overweight, overtired, sweary, mouthy, annoying, embarrassing, procrastinator, deaf, mediocre parent, pretty cool teacher, and good enough. I wear my Good Enough badge with great honor a...