Why do I even pretend I could BE wordless?
You’d think at nearly 40 years old I’d learn not to procrastinate and get better at prioritizing. I should be finishing up the photos I started to edit or the half completed blog posts I’ve written (most of which aren’t even for here), or grading a stack of Math lessons (I love Saxon but seriously there are too many worksheets!), or starting an excel sheet to help keep track of cookie sales and orders (see photo above). Instead, I’m staying up late, consoling a one year old and reminding myself that there will come a time when he’ll become the 17 year old down the hall.