LEAVE IT.

Every day there is some wrong done to each of us, and every day we decide whether to carry it along, or leave it. As someone who is constantly saying "Leave it!" to 2 small sticky-fingered individuals, I should know better.
So here goes:
dear mini-van driver that double-parked in the few allotted spaces for preschool parents and made me 10 minutes late trying to find parking, I forgive you.
dear small white compact car with no children in it that took the space I was waiting for after seeing double-parked mini-van and telling my baby to stop crying, I forgive you.
dear people who I committed my time and energy to helping but do not call and inform me of anything that has changed and expect me to know exactly what you want from me without asking me and fail to communicate anything without prompting, I forgive you.
dear self who sometimes turns on dinosaur movies instead of reading books and turns up the music in the car when the kids are crying and struggles with leaving it, I forgive you.

Do yourself a favor, too- Leave it.

5 Reasons I Love School... NOW.

5. I have a reasonable amount of time and sanity available in the morning to get errands done.

4. The bus, the bus, the bus, hooray, the bus, the bus, the bus!

3. I can say with absolute certainty that I currently understand everything my child is learning.

2. Did I mention the bus?

1. I DON'T HAVE TO GO!

5 Things I Wish:

5. That when husbands were about to say something that hurt your feelings, a little fairy would come along, close their mouth, put flowers in one hand, and chocolates in the other.

4. That scientists would have named dinosaurs things I could pronounce and spell- such as "cat" and "dog". (Eustreptospondylus and Tuojiangosaurus, come on, really?)

3. That Starbucks had a delivery service. (Yes, I would pay $2 delivery fee for my $5 coffee- that's how much sanity means to me. Yes, I equate being highly caffeinated with being sane. )

2. That I could have a human-size tube (the kind they use at bank drive-thrus) that went directly from here to a certain point in Chicago, and whenever I felt like it, I could hop in, press a button, and be shot through in seconds. (See ya later, kiddos!!!)

1. That the burdens we bear weren't so heavy.

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Calling all advertisers! I'm ready to re-title my blog. We'll just throw the name of your company in front of my title and WOW. Watch the money pour in. We could even sell the title to each post- wouldn't that be awesome? You could paste your logo all over my page!!! You could blink it, flash it, link it! Wouldn't that be sweet?
Ugh. Go re-name another stadium/ballpark/arena. Pop your logo at the bottom of my favorite TV shows, or sponsor their maps. (Sounding deadly?) It's tiring seeing all these penny-makers and their blogs covered in ads from any company who'll pay.
Want to endorse me? Here's the short list of acceptable advertisers: KLOVE, Starbucks, In'N'Out Burger, and Chick-Fil-A.
That doesn't include good causes, which are United Blood Services, Locks of Love, and March of Dimes.
Think about it next time you're headed to the Bank .Com University Department Store Stock Company Hotel Chain Field of Advertisers.

Who are YOU advertising for?