Today is Thursday, which means trash pick-up day where I live. Right now, I’m typing this from the car while waiting for Kurt to get off work. We came to Virginia to pick up birthday presents for a party on Saturday—a little girl from our ECFE class last year is turning 3!
After this, it’s time for some stress cleaning because we have unexpected guests coming. Gotta make sure the Poo-Pourri isn’t sitting out in the bathroom, too. I’m not overly excited about hosting, though.
Here’s the thing: life and time are fleeting. It’s not like this is forever, right? But how do I get over this feeling? How do I get excited to host people who don’t respect me and credit everything my daughter does to her dad? I’m really not sure. I’m trying to learn to be a better, nicer person, but it’s tough.
I don’t have all the answers today—just some thoughts as I try to figure this out.
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