Here we go...

I became “Toughy” when I was very young.

I earned the name Toughy when I was a very strong and stubborn two year old. I’m no Tomboy, but I easily could have ended up a bully.

I don’t believe life is a cakewalk for anyone.

Me? I live in a basement apartment with my husband and ultra-adorable two-year old son. Full-time housewife, full-time mom, and full-time employee.

I’d like to proclaim that my house is spotless, my family always eats nutritious homemade meals, and I go to bed at a decent hour each night, with my to-do list all marked off.

Yeah. Right.

But you know, if I could honestly claim those things, where's the adventure in that?