The snowpants are hanging alongside the flip-flops towel. This is funny to me, and I take a picture of it quickly the moment I see it, for no other reason than this is funny to me.
This cook job is kicking my butt into gear. I go back and forth between bitter and happy. On one hand, I’m not a huge fan of the planning, budget, mental load, and responsibility. On the other hand I can do this, and I’m happy to be present, included, and challenged.
“Coming boys, hold on, I’ll be there in a minute.”
I promised the little boys we’d finish watching Thor today.