My children’s screen addictions are at least 50% my fault.
Asking for help is not just about showing my vulnerability. It’s also about letting other people rise to meet their full potential.
Pressure cooker canning is not hard, but I find its precision daunting.
Canning is much more fun as a team sport.
I am a book hoarder.
I still like cross stitch.
My kids are able to do a lot more than I give them credit for.
Alex likes soft tacos.
I absolutely hate it when people ignore me, particularly my emails or texts.
Harry Potter is still a great story.
I have no idea how to find the joy in my life.
I still dislike riding ferris wheels (I rode one for the first time in years), but I absolutely love Scrambler rides.
My kids are showing all the signs of becoming incredible little people.
All these years, I’ve seen my life in terms of God testing me, waiting to give me a big fat F, when really, he’s been extending me a never-ending stream of invitations to join him.
A thank-you card is always worth writing and totally amazing to receive.
Reading the Culture Translator emails on Saturday mornings is great (even though the topics are teen/tween level).
And lastly, I really need good sleep patterns to be functional. So…off to bed I go!
