The Routines We Pretend We Have
Every August, I prep the mudroom, label the baskets, and swear this is the year we’ll have routines. By day one, backpacks are on the floor, shoes are airborne, and the beagle’s claiming victory.
Every August, I prep the mudroom, label the baskets, and swear this is the year we’ll have routines. By day one, backpacks are on the floor, shoes are airborne, and the beagle’s claiming victory.