The Good Life

People are upset. Everywhere I look, people are upset. It's been almost a week of the non-stop (not-so-friendly) banter. As I watched the inauguration of our new President, I had a lot of mixed feelings. I felt sad that so much negativity was surrounding the transition. I felt so extremely proud to be an American and proud that we are able to have such a strong and united change of power. I felt excited for a fresh vision and new ideas. I felt scared at how easily people are persuaded to believe something with no effort to research or verify information. I felt grateful that we live in such a place, where we can voice our opinions. Out of all these feelings I have been experiencing over the past week, the biggest one is a sense of peace. Weird that I feel peaceful at a time like this, but I totally do. People are putting so much responsibility and expectation on Donald Trump. He is just a man. He's a man just like Barack Obama and George W. Bush and Bill Clinton and George Bu

Y'all, this morning was a complete disaster. Ryleigh was up all night with the croupy croup so I woke up tired. It was Colton's first day back to school and he slept in (which never happens). I decided to let him sleep and just wake him up about 10 minutes before we had to hit the door. I thought we could manage to eat a breakfast bar, brush teeth, get dressed and out the door in 10 minutes. We can't. Poor Colton. I rushed him through everything. From the time he opened his sleepy little eyes, I was rushing him. Get up. Go eat. Get dressed. Brush your teeth. Blah, blah, blah. I poured him milk in a "big boy cup" because I was too lazy (and in too much of a hurry) to put a lid on anything and said "don't carry that cup around, you could spill your milk". Sure enough, 3 seconds later I'm yelling about spilled milk all over the living room rug to a sweet little face, standing there in shock that his milk was all over the rug. It wasn't his fau