God bless you, inventors of bliss-in-a-glass. Thank you for tiny, perfect, quiet moments at the end of those days which are neither perfect nor quiet.
Dear Bell Canada,
There are only 337 days left until my contract with you expires. To say that I am delighted about this would be an understatement. Hallefreakin'luhiah!
Dear Murphy's Oil,
This morning, my son coloured on my oak desk with marker. This afternoon, he coloured on the hardwood floor with a different coloured marker. About an hour ago, he took two markers to the coffee table.
Your product not only removed every spot, my house smells amazing. God bless you.
Washable? I beg to effing differ.
This week is NOT a no-yell one. That was LAST week. Just because last week's no-yell efforts were dismal failures, that does NOT automatically mean that the following week will be about making up.
This week is about getting through.
Despite the yelling, colouring, hitting, shoving, tattling, throwing, jumping, whining and inability to get through a bath without splashing water, I love you both with all that I am.
Remember that. Forget the rest.
Thank you for today and for my sons. Without them, I might never learn the things I should: patience, consistency, letting go. Hope to pop by this Sunday.
P.S. Please bless the Baileys and the Murphys. They saved my floor and my sanity.
You are a work in progress. Remember that. Forget the rest.
The best is yet to come.