"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
Jorrie Varney is a registered nurse and mother of two, who writes about the reality and insanity of parenting on her blog Close to Classy. She aspires to own furniture without stains, and enjoy a shower without an audience. You can follow her antics on Facebook , Instagram, and Twitter.
