Today I got in a heated (sort of) discussion with my husband about how I never post.
I don’t have time, I said.
He said, You don’t? Why not?
Then I gave him a dirty look and motioned to the duplo-cheese-pretzel-socks-papers-peanutbutter-lego-bread-diaper(cleanonesguysdon’tbegross) floor, the children screaming at each other, my running shoes neglected in the corner, my three-day-old clothes stinking on my body, my laptop where all my books are supposed to be getting written but also all those shows I still needed to watch and finally, a big old pile of Easter candy that needed to get eaten.
Five minutes, he said. Five minutes a day.
I said, why? Why? It doesn’t matter.
And he said, It does matter. It does.
I don’t know if that’s true but I’m going to try.
And now my five minutes are about up, dear everyone (no one) who is reading this. Five minutes! So here is what I want to share.
First, I love my girl Heather Dixon. I love her so much and her discussion of The Secret Life of Men (please please read it) made my day.
And finally, I really love my girl and niece Holly who gave a beautiful talk at her sister Kristi’s funeral. Still so heartbroken and will be for a long long time.
Till Monday and another 5 minutes.
P.S. I can’t remember my login to post under my own name. Is that a problem?
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