I wasn’t feeling very well yesterday, so I made sure to tell my two year old son as we walked to our new home. I told him I wasn’t feeling good and asked him if he’d take care of me. And he really did. He had mercy on me the entire evening and night.
Later, I snapped at my students and made a munchkin cry. Poor thing was visibly upset when her grownup picked her up after school. She told her grownup that the teacher hurt her. 😔 I told her grownup that I did hurt her. I hurt her feelings 😭
Between the little guy and I, it can become quite the battle of wills.
Whenever I go somewhere or do something I return home having gained something special.
Every time I type literally in my writing, I think of my mother and erase it.
Yes, I totally bought a house during COVID-19 lock down. Needless to say the virtual tour was great.
At 38 years old, I’ve lived most of the last 20 years with my security blanket aka my mom.
Write it down. Think about what you want. Feel what you want. And then write 👏🏾 it 👏🏾 down 👏🏾
Mad. Outraged. And then I hear their story and I soften.
Plan but don’t hold your breath.
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