Back in college, I made $9.00 an hour. I lived off restaurant-job-bring-homes, peanut butter and bread. I paid my portion of the rent and bills, bought a couple books for the week and usually spent what extra I made on night’s out and Rice Krispies Treats. One time in my early twenties on a college…
Our house has been contaminated with a cold. There’s sneezing, coughing, vapor rubs and tea going around. I got hit with it yesterday. I thought I could squeeze in an extra hour of sleep with Oliver being the last immune system standing and being home on a Saturday morning and all… I thankfully did sleep…
Some mornings are made for running late, hitting the snooze button one too many times or well, not even hearing all four alarms go off at all. Some mornings are made of waffles popping out of the toaster, in your hand, and out the door dressed in the clothes you wore yesterday, crocs, eye boogers…
You pick up the pieces that fall out of my hand, and you build me a comfy place to sit instead. ❤
You’re excited for Earth day and want to go, “to one of those places you put the gloves on and pick up the litter.” You think about things larger than yourself. You tell the other kids at school that they’re, “doing a really good job” on their crafts and tasks. You think about other people.…
When the sun has gone down And the moon has come up When the street lights come on And the stars are lit up When the trees are asleep And the birds are all quiet Your eyes will then close And it’s time to go to sleep
