We have a newly-minted kiddo. That’s an established fact. He is cleaned, fed, and loved all day long. Here’s the problem: I’m not cleaned, fed, or loved all day long. It’s embarrassing to admit that, but it’s the truth. I’m struggling hard with self-care. And I also kind of buck up against even the admission of struggling with self-care, because…
There’s a little boy who lives in my house now and he seems to likes us. He likes his big sister and he likes his mom and dad and he likes the cats. He likes socks. And fluffy blankets when we go on walks. And he loves taking naps while the sun shines through the living room windows. All awesome. What…
Do you know what bliss balls are? I had never heard of them before. There’s a coffee shop near the beach out here that sells these bliss ball things. They look like desserty meatballs and are kept in a glass jar near the cash register. If you’re sleep deprived, they look like pets held captive by the bakery ladies. Chris bought one…