For the month of June, I somehow planned back-to-back, single-parenting road trips with my kiddos.
Why, you ask, are you bragging about this, Mama? Don’t you know how annoying this is?
He doesn’t particularly like to get his hands dirty. And he won’t eat anything that grows in the ground.
This slight insanity brought to mind other irrational fears in my day-to-day.
I’m leaving you with a conglomeration of adorable quotes from my children.
Here are some of the darndest things my eldest has come up with in the past few weeks.
Tonight, my husband posed one of those husbandly questions that had the potential to take a turn south.
I never expected to have imaginary friends living in my house. I mean, I had kids, so I always knew it’d generally be a possibility. But, apparently, it’s now a reality.
I can’t risk the possibility that a teeny, tiny child of mine was conceived but not allowed to grow.
With this beautiful time of year comes an unavoidable tradition: Mass offerings (and consumption) of holiday treats. In response to all of these homemade goodies, I’ve discovered a new irrational fear.