Little Yellow Notepad
I did it. I ran the marathon. No, not a 5k or 10k. I’d call it the gazillion-k, if not more.
I ran the Pesach marathon. 1,396 more words
22 hours, 20 minutes
I knew I had to call the freezer repair guy.
I knew it for 6 months. When I plugged in the freezer back in November and it made this monstrous, horrific buzzing sound, I knew something was wrong. 1,010 more words
2 weeks, 6 days
It’s so predictable. It’s always during bath time. Always during supper time. Always during cranky hours. Always when everyone is home and needs attention. And needs to be served. 454 more words
4 weeks, 1 day
The laundry. I need to switch the stuff from the washing machine and put it in the dryer. It should only take a minute.
I walk towards the laundry room. 795 more words
1 month, 1 week
I wasn’t that great of a mother on Friday.
I discouraged all creativity. Anything that required using actual household stuff was forbidden. No toys were to be played with. 479 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
“What happened to the grout?”
“The grout on the kitchen floor, between the tiles; why is it that color?”
I stood there staring at my landlord, baffled. 647 more words
1 month, 3 weeks
The downside of always planning out my day is that when things don’t go according to schedule, I don’t have much wiggle room to replan. 1,067 more words