Sometimes I think my kids are so damn cute, I may explode from maximum cuteness overload.
Long day. Kids all stayed up extra late. It's hard to stick to the 'don't eat at night' rule. But I come back to this: what am I willing to give up to look the way I did when Bryan met me in March of 1999? I think I can give up random evening eating. Not having my bowl of Ice cream won't kill me. It will just ache a little bit.
Ok, valerian is kicking in. Shower, then bed. Tomorrow: wash, rinse, repeat.
Dear Mark: More Embracing Your Wildness - Last week’s Q&A about cultivating wildness was a lot of fun, but there were some questions I didn’t get to in the original post. Today, I’m going to answ...