Sick?
Okay so I wake up and still don’t feel well. Am I going to work? YUHSSS. Sigh. I turn on the computer and read that my sister wants to change the world into peanut butter.—Adopted? Sam, you make a good point…But peanut butter? Really? Couldn’t you have chosen something like Popcorn Jelly Bellys? Pear?… Or maybe PB&J… You forgot to mention that we would need more cows, to make more milk, for everyone to drink AFTER having your amazing peanut butter world…erm, I was going to say “sandwich”, but… There is no bread.
On with the reality! I am about to go to work, feeling like bleh. I am debating, coffee? BK breakfast? I am an awful human. But I need to live, too, and as we all know, the world is *not* made of peanut butter.
I am currently letting my son brush his teeth entirely by himself. He has it down pretty well, but obviously needs improvement. He’s very independant about it, though—doesn’t WANT my help. He will get there. He needs independance anyway. He ate peanut butter this morning…NO, sam, he didn’t go outside and get in the garden. We cheated. It’s in a jar.
I’m gonna finish my morning stuff and get to work. Have fun, be good, smile n keep your head up*
<3.
J*
2 years ago • Notes