It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
You love to see it. You hate to see it.
My daughter had a weekly to do list. You’ll see it below.
Today, as she prepared for her bath, she had a tear-inducing realization: she hadn’t done what she had planned to do.
Her schedule was ruined.
She’d written the schedule in ink.
No soccer on Tuesday.
What was next? No playing school on Wednesday?
We had a talk. The schedule was an ideal, not a commandment. It was what you wanted to do, not necessarily what you had to do.
Especially when you’re six.
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