This much.

I laid down in my sons bed this evening and he asked if I’d like to sleep in his bed tonight. I appreciated the offer, but my plush king-sized bed was calling my name as I felt the springs in his twin sized bed rearrange themselves under the weight of me. I laid in silence …

Mom.

I am blessed to have such strength, poise, confidence and gumption to learn from in my Mother. My children are equally as lucky to have such wisdom, tenacity and love to enjoy from their Oma. This evening I stood in my kitchen completely exhausted from a full day of renovation work at an investment property, …

Finally.

Today is the very last day of remote learning for my children. On Monday, they go back to school full-time. With their whole class. In person. With their real, live teacher in front of them. And their classmates beside them. Finally. Finally. An entire YEAR of learning disrupted by a global virus. An entire year …

32.

For my 32nd birthday, the universe gifted me a new freckle. Or a mole. It’s probably a mole according to google, but freckle sounds cuter so we’ll stick with that. I haven’t been excited for a birthday in a couple of years. I was so excited for my 30th birthday that we booked a trip …

Two.

Confession: I can’t f*cking stand my son. To be clear, he’s two. Ugh. The kid wakes up before the sun rises every day. Demands Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. AND the iPad. Both. He wants two screens cause one isn’t good enough for this psychopath. He demands orange juice. Or milk. Or both, or more specifically, whichever …