Confession

Stress. There's a lot of it hanging around me lately, and I don't handle it as well as I should.

My stress has a name and a cute little face, and likes to scream at me and call me "MOM-my."

And today when she came over me like a gigantic tidal wave I grabbed the chocolate orange I was saving for Thanksgiving, and without thinking, slammed it on the counter and ate 3 pieces.