MOMMY HAS A RED DAY

I was sitting at the red light. My body was in pain fro the hairs on my head to the bottom of my feet. Blinking hurt. My autistic son and little girl sat in the back seat. we were on our way home from school but my day was far from over. I knew in my heart that I didn’t have the strength to play with them today. Fibromyalgia stole my energy and replaced it with pain once again.  

Mommy Has A Red Day was how I explained to my children that Auntie would be over to help while I rested. I needed to take care of me. I also wanted them to know that I loved them and would play with them another day. 

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