I forgot my fight the other night. I reduced myself to a sobbing, bumbling mess of a woman I don’t like.
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…
Speaking of play, I got over my fear of waterslides.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I had a meltdown in yoga class.
I once hated fall
I’m late to the SoCS party, I know. This week has been crazy with the kids home and the big girl’s birthday weekend. I have not been on time to anything. This late post mirrors my running late theme.
She was greeted by the warm gratitude of silence. The stolen silence a parent savors.