All I wanted was to make a quick stop at the farmers market and load all of my […]
It is so late and I am wide awake because there is so much on my mind. Now including: how I thought that at this age and with three children I would cherish my sleep and go to bed when they doze off, but I never do.
Cheers to the third chapter.
I thought this chapter would be about how to take time for yourself but I was mistaken (hopefully that chapter is somewhere in the near future). Anyhow, this “extra ten minutes” is for getting ready to go somewhere.
No, I am not writing a book. This is the first (short) chapter of a book that I’m reading, one that was gifted to me by my mother when I was first moving out on my own with my son (only one year old at the time).
I am twenty-four.
Once upon a time there was a yellow block and a wolf ate it and put it in his tummy. Then the pigs (somehow) got the yellow block back and put it in the toddler’s hand. After getting the block back, the toddler took his mommy’s hand and they climbed a red mountain together. While climbing the red mountain, they went the right way so they wouldn’t fall.