I remember the first time I ever had a scone. There is this little cafe in the shore town my parents live in and my mom and I popped in for a treat. I was probably 12. There were these beautiful rustic mounds of pastry deliciousness that I’ve never encountered before. But, I saw chocolate chunks and I had to take the chance.
I feel like there isn’t enough coffee in the world some days. Hello coffee coffee coffee. Does anyone have any tricks? What puts a pep in your step midday? I hit a wall.
Yesterday was one of those days that I put on a huge college sweatshirt, and looked like a hot mess all day. You know what I’m talking about! If I was in my pre-parenthood life I would have stayed in bed all day and binge watched trashy shows.
So Caleb’s been doing this really creepy thing where around bedtime he’s been saying, “There’s a ghost in our house.” Um, no there’s not. I try to rationalize it in my mind that Halloween just recently happened and he just learned about ghosts, but I find myself like creeping up the stairs and turning every single light on in the process…