Day two of social distancing wasn’t too bad. Because we didn’t actually distance. 😬
Don’t be mad. Hear me out.
Day two of social distancing wasn’t too bad. Because we didn’t actually distance. 😬
Don’t be mad. Hear me out.
We are trying to keep our distance from…everyone. You know, how we’ve all be requested to do.
And suddenly my kids have turned into social butterflies.
I am blessed. I have all the things I need and almost everything I could want. Sure, I second guess myself when I want to buy a pair of $130 gym shoes.
But I usually end up buying them anyway.
George has developed the sweetest little personality ever. When he’s not being a little monster boy that is. But it truly shines in two places.
Three years ago I wrote about getting the news that George was on his way. I was so very happy. It had been a long road for us. Two years ago, I wrote about how I was experiencing all of my last firsts. I also wrote about the one minute that changed our lives and why George would be our last baby.
Today we were blessed with that rare near 70* day in early March. The only problem was that it was also the morning after daylight savings time change.
I’ve spent the last 2+ days chugging water and trying to pee. One of those days was in the ER. Peeing was hard. It hurt. I could barely squeeze out a few drops even though I’ve been drinking 100+ ounces of water each day. My bladder is so full but I cannot get any relief. I’ve been miserable.
Today I am combining Five Minute Friday with my daily March Slice of Life writing challenge. This week’s writing prompt is: table.
As a child, my mom stayed at home and managed the house and children. With six of us, you can imagine the amount of management that took. She put a home cooked meal on the table each and every night.