My mother lives with us. My mother lives with US. My MOTHER lives with us. The emphasis is true either way. She puts up with our crazy, our loud, our early, our cries, our pouts, our forget-to-knocks, our short-tempers, our long days, our packed schedules, our don’t-have-time-to-talks, our interruptions, our brisk attitudes. My kids call… Continue reading You’re Going To Break Your Neck