Finding the bottom of the laundry basket. A fresh cut lawn. Clean floors. An evening where the kids don’t complain about doing their homework or eating their dinner. Well organized and no fighting bath/shower time. Having my son read me a book. No whining and complaining at bed time. Not even requests for water, Clairitin,… Continue reading My Definition of a Good Day
Dear Goldfish, I’m regrettably sorry, but I think that it is time that we part ways. I really don’t want to, but I think it will be for the best…just for a little while. I’m going to miss your comfort every night. You paired so nicely with my unwind glass of wine, but you see,… Continue reading Dear Goldfish
My middle boy inherited the gift of gab from his daddy. He talks…CONSTANTLY. It’s been this way since he was 18 months old. Yak, yak, yak. At times it is endearing and at times, like when going to bed, that enough is enough. Me: You talk too much. D: I get told that a lot.… Continue reading He Talks ALOT!
