He wants what he wants when he wants it and will ask you repeatedly.
Between quarantine and Summer break, it feels like he’s been in there for eons.
He won the standoff. He always wins the standoffs.
I know that every cent spent is a minute earned burned, but she doesn’t.
Even when I play-fight with him, he giggles and wraps his arms around me for hugs.
Why do I have to physically stop myself from bringing in a plate of pizza bagels and taking a seat in the circle?
Most people will go their entire lives and never have what he and I have. Most people would never even understand it.
It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
It’s not about the people around you. It’s about the person within you.
Then again, it’s hard being a parent at all. Actually it’s hard just being alive sometimes.