Somewhere around the time I gave birth to my one and only perfect child, I began running late to literally everything. Now mind you, I did not say I was late to everything. I was/am always just dangerously close to it. Continue reading
I finished a workout early Saturday morning and laid my worn-out (and now older) self on the floor completely out of breath. I had unwillingly found extra time in the day due to an early wake-up call from a horrible (never to be shared aloud again) dream. As I slowly worked back to a normal rhythm of inhales and exhales, all I could do was appreciate that I could and recall that she couldn’t.
I’ve stolen twice in the last week. Yep. I’m admitting it right here. Right now. Methinks I have a few too many things on my mind. That, or, I’m truly going to have to stop using the top of the cart as a spot for items I’m planning to purchase. Continue reading