Who wants to hear a funny story? 🙋🏻‍♀️ I mean…the world is 💩 so who doesn’t is probably the better question.

I was trimming my bangs this morning, as you do when you can’t fit in a proper haircut. I then went off to work without a care in the world. About 20 minutes into my drive, my eye really started bothering me—like needles were being stuck into it. Lots of rubbing and a couple of eye flushes later and it was just worse. I couldn’t see anything. I called the eye doc and got in right away. Apparently one of those teeny tiny trimmed bang hairs got lodged in my upper punctum.

Today is the last day of the Slice of Life writing challenge. I give you the things I heave learned this year.

My dad is semi retired. He has a part time job that usually keeps him busy closer to full time depending on the season. I have three kids and a full time job. Let’s just say we don’t necessarily run in the same circles. I’m a homebody with my party of five and he’s the social butterfly I was in my 20’s and early 30’s. I couldn’t keep up if I tried. We don’t get to see each other as often as I would like.

Today I am borrowing this writing format from Tammy’s Reading Life who borrowed from someone else. The best ideas are almost always inspired by someone else.

4-4-4: choose 4 things within 4 feet and write for 4 minutes. 

On not school nights we have a few family traditions I wouldn’t change for the world. We try to have an early dinner. Then we quickly clean up and get into PJs. That’s when we settle in.

Today was the day I had been dreading. The weather captured the mood perfectly. Rainy. Cold. Windy. Random hail. Peek-a-boo sun. It was as confused as we all were.

It’s become sort of a tradition with McKenna and I. At some point during the day when neither of us is losing our minds with the loudness of the boys, we work on the daily Wordle. As a friend recently said—it’s just enough. It’s not an endless time suck like TikTok or Instagram. It’s not a toxic tragedy like Facebook. All of which I enjoy. It’s just…enough.