It’s the third night in a row that our 2.5 year old has gone to bed happily, calmly and quietly without yelling or throwing a massive fit and causing a great disturbance in the force. I don’t even know what to do with the peace. Maybe it would be an easier transition for my ears if I ran around the house banging a bunch of pots and pans.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
