Like friends who meet for a quick 15 minute coffee break in the midst of cramming as many errands as possible into nap time...
My son is going to send me to an early grave! It's either that or the looney bin, shit, maybe both! He does some of the most bizarre, ridiculous, destructive, and dangerous stuff, all in the name of a laugh. *eye roll* Today it was taking a swan dive off the tallest point of the playground because it was really freaking funny to watch his mom tell him to "get down right now" from juuuusssst out of reach. He got down alright...
(Only a bloody lip. Day in the life.)
Germany is an introverts' freaking paradise! No small talk - like, at all. There's no shooting the shit with passers by on hiking trails or talking about your weekend with a random parent in the library. It's awesome. There is a level of honesty about German's that I really appreciate -- that and they are damn good drivers!
You know what Germany is not a paradise for, anything after 9pm. Burden! It's those late night hours that are primo for kid free grocery trips.
I chopped all my hair. Ugh! After cancer I promised myself I'd never willingly have short hair again, but it was just so unhealthy and weird that I felt like I just needed to start from scratch. I do not like how short hair looks on me and I really don't like those extra short pieces of hair that fall out of my ponytails now, but I guess I'll deal. ;) I recently added a fancy schmancy Kerastase product to my hair routine and I'll have to get back to you on that. Too soon to tell.
Living in Europe has me wanting ally the backpacks. Either that or Kyle's backpack