Kalisha likes to do her own grocery shopping, with her own cart. After several mishaps we have come to an agreement.
It had been a fantastically successful parenting day.
Oh my goodness — the children are back in school! (Fingers crossed that they stay that way!)
I'm back to the days of zero sleep and trying to pull off the zombie mom walk. Newborn you ask? Nope, a 10 year old. Yeah, I too, thought these days would be long gone.
I just needed some non-essentials. Wine, chips, salsa.
I love volunteers. "Volunteerism is the backbone of America. In fact, it's also the leg bone and the hip bone. It's other bones, too, but I'm no bone expert." That's a quote from Dwight D.
Several friends are either about to give birth or have just finished giving birth, which reminded me of my own postpartum days.
She stood in the kitchen with tears streaming down her face. Her hands were over her mouth and she tried unsuccessfully to stop the sobs before they began.
I awoke this morning to a “normal” morning — no school cancellations or delays; a normal morning.