How Much Longer Do I Have To Put Up With This?
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
My definition of ‘clean’ has changed over the years. There was a time where I would have thought ‘clean’ meant clean. Now…
I’ve asked myself countless times over my 15 years of parenting, “When the bleep is this going to get easier?”
It was to be my daughter’s last night in her crib, and the first “last” I truly stopped to take in. That night dinner waited in the oven, an article remained unwritten on my computer, and an unbuilt toddler bed sat upstairs, but I stopped.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
My definition of ‘clean’ has changed over the years. There was a time where I would have thought ‘clean’ meant clean. Now…
I’ve asked myself countless times over my 15 years of parenting, “When the bleep is this going to get easier?”
It was to be my daughter’s last night in her crib, and the first “last” I truly stopped to take in. That night dinner waited in the oven, an article remained unwritten on my computer, and an unbuilt toddler bed sat upstairs, but I stopped.