When you go around thinking your solidly potty trained child never has "accidents" (of the pee variety), they will.
When you really need to eat your feelings and you reach your hand into the bag of chocolate chips only to discover it's empty, licking Nutella straight off a knife will definitely work.
Room mom meetings are not my favorite.
Heavenly Father can still hear the prayers of a child despite the fact that his siblings are absolutely bawling and crying because one tackled the other and bonked his head, causing the Daddy to jokingly declare he'd "throw him out the window" which would lead to the other child to scream and cry in absolute horror.
New running shoes are really exciting. (Crossing my fingers that my knee will cooperate)
Grandmas are great to have around.
The difference, for me, between a day and a day, is being alone for a minimum of 30 minutes.
And for that one, I've got my eye on tomorrow.
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