A few weeks ago I felt like a prisoner trapped in my own home. My days with the children weren’t very enjoyable; or, rather, I was not an enjoyable person for my children.
But this morning we’re out in the Florida room playing, I still in my jammies, hot coffee in hand (again, me – not the kiddos), and the sun is already out. We’ve got a date with grandma at the mall later to use up an Old Navy 30% discount. Husband is due home early because of an early dismissal. The Bucks play this afternoon to begin their ascent to the championship.
It’s amazing what a little sunshine and warm weather can do for the soul. And perhaps a bit of healthy perspective.

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