Wee One got a big girl bed this weekend, a little unexpectedly, and I was having a hard time with it. Then tonight happened.
A day in the life of Sahara, at least during the week.
This past August, as the anniversary of my accident passed for the 22nd time, I was, as always, surprised by how much better I felt when 3:05 passes (the actual time of the crash.) After 3:05, I feel like I can breathe easier. I made it. Another year.
This past spring I went back to Missouri for the first time in a year. A whole year! As I was walking around, I kept thinking, “Jeez, why don’t I come here more?”
On the day after Halloween, Wee One’s preschool had a little festival set up for them, including a parade where they showed off their costumes.
While I delight in All Things my Amazing Child does, they often don’t make sense. Like, she’ll push off the shelf I just told her not to push. She’ll clear off a table after I just ask her not to do it, to look with her eyes, to use gentle hands on the dishes, or whatever.
This year has been a barren blogging year.