I’m starting to feel like that wide-eyed, hyper soul who will trap you in a corner at a party to tell you every detail about something she’s learned.
I would much rather get things on the table and make things known up front instead of tiptoeing around.
Yesterday was ugly. I warned my son that we were heading to swim lessons. I was hoping we’d move past denial, anger, and bargaining and at least land on depression, if not acceptance, before we got to the pool.