Sometimes, the little joys in life are the best… like introducing your son to breathing helium and talking like a munchkin.
“Your breakfast is ready — oh. I mean, your breakfast is still too hot to eat. You’d better stay here for a few minutes.”
Every month, when I write a check for the mortgage payment, I giggle inwardly at the fact that the amount due after escrow is so many dollars and 69 cents.
I will apparently never grow up. I am perfectly OK with this.
Today’s personal epiphany: I have trouble differentiating physical fatigue from depression or mental fatigue. When I can’t summon any cares to give, it doesn’t occur to me that I might just need to go to bed earlier tonight. #mentalhealth
Connor (age 10), first thing in the morning: I’m hungry!
Me (unamused): You wanna try that again?
Connor: OK… May I please be hungry?