This is a line from a terrific Ray LaMontagne song -- Old before your time.
It's such a true statement. A statement I've been focusing on the past week or so. And something, I think people of all ages, can aspire to live by.
Yesterday was another good day (I promise I won't keep talking about how nice I'm being to my husband, but that's what's going on this week).
I got PJ new Toy Story jammies. Shirt, shorts, and pants. The shorts are plain, the pants have the characters on them. I went to put the shorts on him and he said NO MAMA and ran and got the pants. It's very important to have Buck (Buzz), Ooy (Woody) and Ricky (Rex) at arm's length at any given time.
Maggie made PJ laugh in the car yesterday. She was playing and laughing and all of a sudden, he started cracking up. It was probably one of the best moments of my life.
Tonight PJ will get his seventh haircut (since he was 1 people) and we are going to -- you guessed it -- CHICK-FIL-A. I fucking love that chicken.
Remember -- you win some, you lose some, you let it go.
