Because after Beau informs me that nothing really happened at school but that it was a good day, I have ample time for wandering thoughts…
McDonald’s French fries will always be delicious.
I kind of wish I could wish I could work 2-10. The afternoon is my golden hour at work.
Accept craziness. Chances are I can’t change it.
I finally got a Pixie cut, after getting a total of 4 haircuts in 4 weeks. I cannot go any shorter. And now I feel totally exposed.
Why is volume control so hard for children?
I need a dinner fairy. In theory menu planning sounds like a great plan for Sunday. In reality it’s anything but. And that leads to mindlessly staring in the fridge waiting for something delicious to literally jump out at you. Never does…
Anticipation is more stressful than doing. And we can do hard things.
How much longer until we can sleep with the windows open?
It’s okay to want a lot in life. A whole heck of a lot.
I wish second graders didn’t have homework. Mostly for selfish reasons.
I also wish Utah was closer.