My youngest son turns 12 today. He's turning out to be a pretty cool human. Love him to bits. Bonus photos of him at age 2 and his school photo from a few months ago, so basically almost 12: So lucky I get to be this kid's mom.
These days, I find myself looking repeatedly at the clock starting around 5:00pm, wondering if it’s too early to go to bed. I mean, what’s the difference? The day is basically over, right?
I am 49 years old. Seeing that sentence on this screen causes me cognitive dissonance. Just how and when did this happen?