- I had a dream last night that I spent a whole day relaxing at a spa. Pretty sure that’s as close as I’m getting to a day at a spa for awhile.
- Over the weekend I started watching Veronica Mars. I’m always late to the party. I’m a little obsessed with this show. I always forget how much I love a mystery.
- When I hold hands with Harry I try my best to remember that he’s short and essentially I’m making him walk around with his arm up in the air, then I try to lower my hand as much as possible because that can’t be comfortable.
I really enjoy egg salad.
― David Cook (via psych-quotes)
Often when Harry is in an inconsolable a-hole toddler meltdown and there’s nothing I can do about it I get a serious case of involuntary giggles. I hide my face and don’t let him see me, but oh god do I inappropriately laugh. Tear streaming down my face laughter.
Maybe it’s an evolution thing that my default is to hysterically laugh instead of lauching into a rage stroke and beating my kid. I mean, sometimes I feel like that (feel, people - I don’t act on it) - but more often I crack up.