Chewymom

A true friend is hard to find. We have moved around a lot in our married lives, and I have found that I have to live in a place for a good 3-4 years before I really feel like it is home. That feeling of home usually comes around because I have made some real friends. People who have seen me snap at my kids, who know that Chewydad and I do not have the perfect marriage, who have seen me with greasy hair and no makeup, and who have been inside my house when it has been 2 weeks since I vacuumed and 3 weeks since I changed the sheets, and they still love me.

I have lived in Alabama a little longer than that, and I have been blessed with some dear friends. One of them is Mongoosemom, who started blogging a while back.

I knew Mongoosemom was a real friend a long time ago, but she really proved that when she invited our whole family of seven to join them at the beach during their vacation! It only worked out for us to be there for a few days, but boy did we have fun!

Mongoosemom’s friendship was proven even more when it turned out that I had an ear infection. It was a Saturday, I was far from home, and I was in pain. So we hauled ourselves to a health store and…well…this was the result.

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Only a true friend would help me stick a candle in my ear to suck out earwax, and help prevent me from catching my whole head on fire. I think her children are now terrified of me. Or just think I’m awfully strange. They wouldn’t be alone in that thought.

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