This week at home has really recharged me. It's nice to have some help holding and playing with Clara, especially since she has become the World's Worst Sleeper.
I love that things are always the same here. My parents are always cuddling on the couch, Joe is stomping around the house, Nick is still incapable of getting himself a drink, my bedroom remains pink and green, Catfish is acting like a mean dog, the guys go out shooting, my mom and I spend time antiquing, old ladies at church still love me, chickens are escaping the coop, the pellet stove is burning, and the bean burro enchilada is still the cheesiest/tastiest thing on this planet.
Every kid deserves this kind of consistency. If everyone had parents that were half as wonderful as mine, this world would be a much better (lay-around-in-our-underwear, eat-lots-of-little-debbie-snacks) place.
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