Thunder and lightning. On December 26.
Weird.
Should've known wacky meteorological phenomenon was heading our way. Yesterday it was 36 degrees. Today? Sixty-five. Yep, that's right: 65 degrees ... in December.
Whenever the sky sends spring-like droplets in a non-spring season, the first thought I have is this: OH NO the world is ending.
And then the second thought I have is this: I will never get to be a grandma.
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How weird is it that I am SO wanting to be a grandma that I'm half tempted to make a spare bedroom into a future nursery for that spectacular day when I do, in fact, have a real grandchild to place in a real basinette.
It would be utterly delightful to transform a PlainJane bedroom into a magical baby land.
I just don't want to get carted off to a crazy place trying to make it happen!
1 comment:
Oh, I long for babies, too. And yet -- I also long for the next, more selfish, stage. I suppose that contradictory thoughts are normalish.
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