Mornings like this never happen
This morning fresh snow made our trees doilies, covering up ashy past-the-expiration January. This morning I did not hurry my son. Neither of us blamed the other for probably ending up late. No one got irritated because he played Legos instead of emptying the dishwasher, or because I forgot the five more minutes of playing Legos warning and THANKS A LOT MOM now we’re going to be late again. We never end up late. I didn’t ask over and over if he brushed his teeth, and he didn’t yell I ALREADY SAID YES THREE TIMES… Read More »Mornings like this never happen