I realized that all these years, I had been dreading a giant toad, lurking offshore, waiting to suck me under and drag me out to sea.
After weeks of terrible night time sleep and the most fabulous naps of my life on our blue Lazy Boy, at eleven o’clock last night I broke the news to John that I would be sleeping on the couch.
The result? We’re considering investing in twin beds. (Grandma and Grandpa Paulus, I totally get it now.)
I have just had the most productive day in fourteen weeks. And so, I’m celebrating by eating a cinnamon roll and brogging about it. (I just made that up. Brogging. You know, bragging on my blog.)
Yes, it has been a while since I’ve posted. Yes, last week was Spring Break, which means I was on full time entertainment of children mode. I spent every afternoon napping with the girls. Writing simply wasn’t happening. Same goes for laundry.
I’m nearly certain it was about this time last year that I was taking stock of the patches of jungle that are growing wild in my once (apparently) very diligently planned and tended yard. I would hate for the former owners of this house to come back and see what we’ve allowed the place to become. Continue reading “Holy Herbs”
The UnderToad 