Sometimes it feels like we go from typical life to DEFCON 1 over nothing at all. The kids have a bad day, I’m stressed out about my own stuff, Gracie steals one too many items and we’re off to the races.
I should probably print this post out and put it up someplace where I’ll read it every morning. Every evening wouldn’t hurt either.
“I gave in to temptation and colored my hair right before bed. And then at 11 o’clock P.M. I washed my hair 37 times because hair color called Espresso is called that for a reason…”
Riddle from the Middle 