Scott took the girls to the beach today. “I love being freelance,” he wrote on Facebook later. “(No deadlines were harmed in the making of this perfect day.)”
I thought I was going to do a massive girls’-closet overhaul while Huck binged on Thomas the Tank Engine. Not so. He ran me ragged, that cherub, that imp, playing cars and reading books and watering plants. It was, needless to say, delightful. The closet is still a disaster. It probably would’ve been again in a week or two anyway.
April. It’s April. It’s APRIL.
Wednesday: meaningful work
Little happy lists, redux