Today is going to be over thirty and feeling like forty-five (for my American friends, that's over eighty and feels like somewhere over 100F). I am fighting to temptation to take the kids on a quick run to the toy and art supply store to buy more toys and art stuff in order to keep them busy for the next two days. Partly I am fighting because it's six blocks there, carrying a baby and pushing Thomas and other baby in the stroller, and it's already forty before tenin the morning. Oh, yes- and I have no money.
It still seems almost reasonable. I want more gears.
Nat just came to me with a broken elastic and said, "This is the doorway to my dreams. Could you please push on it?'.