Potty training. I have heard my mom say, “it never was that hard for us.” Is it that they don’t remember because of how long ago it was? Or, was it really not that difficult?
Yesterday morning I got a call from Laura because she had trouble starting the wood burning stove.
Today I received a call because the “mouse,” the one’s that uses batteries that connects wirelessly to the computer wasn’t working.
It is hard for most men to ask for help.
Last spring we started to hear a gurgling sound outside at night. Well it appeared the sewer line was clogged.
Every day when I sit down for dinner I realize my future fate.
Yesterday was taco night. I look to my right and I see my two year old playing
with her food.
First off, I am nowhere near the writer of my wife. So, if for some odd reason you choose to read my blog; I don’t want you mocking my lack of writing skills. What am I good at? Well I’m a Physical Education Teacher. That is a “gym” teacher for the rest of you.
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