Beau to me after he didn’t feel so well after visiting the neighbor girls’ lemonade stand: “They did not have a permit. I knew I shouldn’t have had any lemonade if they didn’t have a permit.”
Tonight Shane and I decided to go soda free at home for at least the next week. It has been two hours and he’s starting to freak out. We’ll see how soda-free Sunday goes.
I’m at a point in life when getting all the laundry done on Friday night is exciting. {Hmmm…}
Beau and I wear the same size Converse and he’s only a few inches shorter than me. And he’s not even 10 yet. How did this happen?
I need this.
We’ve binge-watched Goliath and Frequency. Now what?
Recently a mother of five blatantly told me I should have more kids. Puh-lease… You can have your five and I can have my one and all will be well.
Why isn’t Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg required reading in high school and college English and writing classes?
I want to try watercoloring. And some sort of stitchery project. In my mind I’ll excel at both. Reality is another matter.
Do stress and struggle breed creativity and provide inspiration?