My kids say some pretty hilarious things. I’ve been told that I used to say hilarious things once, but my parents didn’t write it down and cannot remember even one witty anecdote. Inspired by YHL’s Clara Conversations, I wanted to share some isms as I collect a critical mass.
The other day I was listening to a podcast where one of the hosts mentioned having excellent sleep hygiene as a goal for 2017. (I would link it here, but I don’t remember at all which one it was. Maybe Balanced Bites?)
Sleep hygiene, of course, being things like no screens before bed, going to bed at a certain time, having your room pitch black and interruption free, etc.
My kiddos need better sleep hygiene.
I have a confession to make.
I’m scared of my kids.
Not like, boo, creepy scared.
More just scared of the unknown. Scared of things being out of control. Scared of tantrums. Scared of meltdowns. Scared of getting ourselves into a situation that I can’t get us out of. Continue reading
I realized it has been awhile since I captured your all-too-rapid progress. Apologies for the joint letter, but better than no letter, right?
Did I tell you that I have an opportunity to be that guy right now. (No, not THAT guy. I am, but that’s a different issue.)
I’m talking about being that “oh, we don’t own a TV” guy.
Yeah, that guy.
I’ve been thinking a lot of thoughts lately and feeling a lot of feels.
On life. On the future. On goals. On happiness. On what I want to do when I grow up.
Basically what follows here is a swirling brain dump of stream of consciousness gibberish. I wouldn’t blame you for skipping. But if your mind is also caught in the vortex lately, by all means, stick around!