I hadn’t been to The Happiest Place on Earth in over a week, so today Emma and I packed up and headed out. We browsed. She snoozed. We bought. (I’m talking about Target, people. Sheesh.) And then I went out to my car to find some jackass had double parked her minivan and made it…
responsibility
Waiting is the hardest part
And no, I’m not talking about waiting for New Girl’s arrival. We have far, far too much to do before she’s here for there to be any actual “waiting” taking place. I’m talking about waiting at my doctor’s office. One of the biggest hurdles I had to overcome in switching to this office was how…
Sometimes the internet is full of suck
My mom and I moved away from South Carolina when I was about 3. I guess. I was a little too young to remember and she’s probably in the bed so I can’t check this particular fact. But when we moved away is not nearly as relevant as that we did and the events that…
Funny, I don’t remember packing that
When I go anywhere, I’m a pretty meticulous packer. I make a list of what I’m taking with specific item details. The list doesn’t just say “black dress.” It says “faux wrap black dress with five buttons.” (Also? I laugh and roll my eyes when Dan does this. Because he takes my OCD packing nature…
He needed me. And I found a way to get there.
This morning I got up, showered, vacuumed, made coffee, and broke down a door. All before 10:00 a.m. Yes. You read that correctly. I broke down my own front door. Here’s how the conversation that led to this went: Dan: “You know, Jennifer’s coming over this morning. You might want to clean the rest of…