I love this little man like nobody’s business. I am so glad he is enjoying basketball and didn’t get upset when the Asshat sat him out longer than any of the other players on the team just because he doesn’t like me. It takes a real Coward to pick on a 5-year old.
This summer will be all about the left hand.
I do not like my husband being gone. During dinner Olivia said she wished Daddy never had to leave. And she wondered what would happen if he didn’t come home.
I don’t like conversations like that either.
I imagine dipping fried chicken in gravy is not conducive to weight loss. I should probably stop.
Why do kids drink the last of the juice and put the container back in the fridge empty? One of life’s great mysteries.
My eyes ache to see Emily. My heart is sad. Today is the day she usually comes home. I’m glad she’s spending time with her Grandma, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss her.
I should take a vitamin. Or exercise. Or something. I have zero motivation. Zero.
I planted a few more seeds and I’ll update my gardening blog. Soon.
I’m glad it’s Wednesday. I have Survivor to look forward to.
How many trips up and down the stairs does it take to burn off two pieces of fried chicken and some gravy anyhow? I’d better start now.