This past month has been tough. For many reasons, too numerous to list on this blog. Mostly involving work, questions about Peanut’s speech (and whether she would benefit from some therapy – she just hasn’t closed the gap as quickly as we would have liked), and that ubiquitous search for balance. I’ve felt like my head has been spinning.
Good family and friends have been not only helpful, but essential. I’m thankful to have people And at times like these, I feel like it’s possible to find balance in the most monotonous things. I hate yard work, but overnight it seemed like 10,000 leaves fell on my postage stamp of a lawn. I needed to do something about it, and enlisted Peanut. Over the course of a unseasonably warm November morning, a Friday, we collected and stuffed 5 full bags.
A task with a beginning, and an end. Unlike most everything in life.
And she loved it.