Attitudes over here at the Pogue Cottage have been at an all-time high. Our boys too. (W;ink) It seems everything we ask is too demanding or said in a different tongue because we are met with a wall of non-responsive, heavy-sighing, blank staring, eye-rolling children. “I don’t want to.” “No.” “But… ” eyes look around to blame the nearest item for …
Humble Pie, Sleeping Bears, and Dad Hugs
I’m scooping up humble pie and shoveling it in by the spoonfuls. Pride has gotten the best of me, weighting each bite.
Yesterday the thought fluttered by: I’m glad this GRIEF thing is over. It’s nice to have that behind me. I’d doing fabul—.
Bam- I wake from a morning dream, grasping at the scene playing behind sleeping eyelids.