The difference between 6:40 AM and 7:40 AM is much bigger than just an hour.
A hot bubble bath and a fascinating book do wonders for the soul.
A frigid morning is intoxicating and delicious when coupled with candy cane hot cocoa and mittens.
Bing Crosby's voice will never fail to make me smile. Nor Dean Martin's. But a lot of the time I can't tell the difference between the two.
Crayon really can make a mark on a person's face - if you press hard enough.
PMS is a scary thing.
Having help making dinner creates a much more enjoyable experience.
Kids are a lot of work.
Kids should probably not be allowed to brush their own teeth until they are twelve.
I will never understand the conflict of being utterly fascinated by a book that I felt may have been the most painfully slow novel I have ever read. Love Is Eternal was so, so good, and simultaneously nearly insufferable. I'm so confused!
I think that, along with ADD/ADHD, PMDD goes into the category of often being a scapegoat for ridiculous behavior.
Time alone is so rare, I can't figure out why I'm sitting here writing a pointless blog instead of watching The Office episode from Thursday and eating a bowl of Cocoa Crispies.
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