Single mom with a professional career. Used to move around, welcomed the change of location. Loves travel, Pink Floyd, Abba, and all mediums of art. In 2004, became a mom for the first time. 2 amazing children that are biologically my cousin's. They've had it rough and have recently been diagnosed with RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder) and PTSD. Became a mom again, in 2006, this time made in my womb. They are my world.
My oldest, he's 12. He's very smart and has a great sense of humor. He also hates to be touched, likes to steal, hoard food, be in total control, act like the parent, and thinks his sister is the spawn of satan. He also suffers from Depression.
My middle, she's 9. She is creative, artistic, and is the girliest tomboy I know. She also is always "sick" or about to die, very clingy, can't tell the truth to save her little life, can cry on demand, likes boys a lot, and will hurt herself for attention. She also has an Anxiety Disorder.
She's 3. She's funny and smart and has amazing little curls. She screams, likes attention and her new favorite saying is "But I Want To!"