She’s been patiently waiting for the bananas to over-ripen so we can make banana bread like on Butterbean’s Cafe. This is her new obsession. She could watch that show all day long. Thanks Regular Grandpa. It has encouraged to to be a little more adventurous with her eating and for that I am grateful.
She tiptoed out of her bedroom and found me lazily curled up in my own bed. She climbed in and cuddled for for a minute before whispering in my ear.
The house is quiet. I can hear little man in his crib beginning to babble himself awake. But he’s settling in to catch a few more zzz before it’s officially time to rise. I love this of the day. The rhythmic breathing of my husband beside me almost lulls me back to sleep. Then I remember.
Shortly after our house flooded and we were living with my parents, my mom could tell I was in a funk. Let’s call it what it was. Continue reading
I watch a lot of Grey’s Anatomy. Naturally I’ll be the first person you’ll call when you need your appendix removed. I also love a good true crime show like SVU. I’m happy to handle all your legal needs. I can open a jar of Ragu and toss it over a package of Barilla. That’s totally the same as RPM Italian…right? Want to pay me instead?
It’s been a dreary many months. It’s been cold and wet and cloudy. I, for one, have been in need of some sunshine.
Anxiety.
It’s no joke. It can squeeze the life right out of you. It’s an invisible battle that no one knows you are fighting unless you clue them in. Longtime sufferers may be able to disguise it with chatter of busyness and being tired from said busyness. They may even plaster a smile on their face and toss a little more on their already overfilled plate to throw off the scent.
She insisted on looking at her list before bed last night. We had already planned on going to the children’s museum but she just wanted to make sure.
Yes. The moose-um would be fun.
