“You still look pretty!” I felt my insides cringe after I said that.
Originally posted on Carrots in My Carryon:
My eyes slowly open. It’s brighter out than usual. I must have slept in. The blinds are closed, but a foggy, soft light peeks into the room through the small slits. I roll over and squint at the clock. A red 7:37 confirms for me that today is…
Please do not be That Girl who eats everything on her Thanksgiving plate and later laments, “Why did I eat all that?”
So, we grin and smile, until the dark pillows of exhaustion crinkle around our eyes, and we utter a breathless, not a sexy breathless, “Yes”.
Positivity started to percolate…..
Speaking of play, I got over my fear of waterslides.
It’s finally time for our coffee chat. I have been waiting all week. I just want to talk to you. No, not about that. Not about him. Not about her. Let’s just talk about our simple, yet unsimple lives. NO speaking of them, OK? They are not helping us with our kid’s homework. They are not… Continue reading UnSimply Coffee