Me during the week: my body is a temple. No carbs, lots of water. Gotta look right
Me on the weekend: my body is a frat house. MEXICAN FOOD AND MARGS til I die. Pizza for breakfast. Who wants to get mimosas
Things that made my toddler cry this week:
- I wouldn't let the dog drive him to daycare
- the bath was "too wet"
he wanted syrup for breakfast... .just syrup
- his sister "keeps looking at him"
- he wants shoes like his friend
Jacob (there is no Jacob)
How about your kid?
I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do
is say "I see
you." I spend some
time with it,
get up, and say goodbye.
I don't push it away.
I own it. And because I own it, I let it go.