I was too dang tired to be grateful last night, but I am grateful for another day at Cub Camp, and for time spent with Cooper there, and then Farley the robot with a laundry basket over his head later on, and for time spent with Julie just chit chatting and catching up at the kitchen table for a good long while after the kids were down.
I am grateful for an audible guffaw I made, alone, when I read a text from Farley’s daycare provider that reported he’d just said, “I am sorry I farted. My mom forced me to eat beans”. I am totally going to steal that line next time I am in an elevator with strangers.
I am grateful for time spent with those two jokers tonight. Julie was out and we had some laughs. Sometimes those two are cussing hilarious.