So this was a monumental weekend!
After waiting 11 years, and much anger, depression, etc, I saw my 11 year old daughter for the first time since she was two months old.
Crazy Baby Momma is Crazy Baby Momma, and it was all I could do to not shoot myself in the face listening to her talk for the last five days, but I got to take my daughter to the Zoo, the Audubon Society, the Pirate Festival, and finally to her first day of Middle School.
Unfortunately, I am sitting in the airport, trying not to cry into my beer, because it was the best weekend I have ever had, Crazy Baby Momma or no Crazy Baby Momma.