Mar 13, 2017

NAPS — I have kind of a love-hate relationship with naps. On the one hand I love them because, duh. On the other hand, I hate waking up feeling groggy and hot with a sense of dread about having wasted that much time lying around when I could have been having some personal time doing something, ya know, life enriching. But some days naps are the only way and that was definitely the case today. I’d like to think it means I could stay up a little later this evening doing something personally fulfilling, but realistically I think it just means I’ll be able to make it through the evening now. 

PICKLE BREATH — I couldn’t figure out why Felix smelled so bad all the time until I realized one day that the pickles Bryan was giving him for lunch were making his breath smell so bad. I put a ban on pickles for the three year old for a bit, but today when Bryan didn’t give him one at lunch he made the saddest toddler cry face and I caved. But just now when Felix came up to check my heart with the pink plastic stethoscope and breathed in my face I remembered all over again why it’s maybe worth it to just make him cry instead. But on the upside, he told me my heart was all healthy.

SOMETHING ELSE — I was gonna write about something else and I honestly have no idea what it was now. That’s what happens when you’re groggy from naps and wake up in a fog of pickle breath.