Normally, I’m the patient one in our family. We’re talking light years beyond Karli’s patience level.
Then it comes down to the home stretch before Squatch is born, and all that is gone. I’m officially the least patient person in the world. In fact, in order to give myself something to do that would take my mind off the whole baby-cookin timeline, I decided to try something new. Here’s a glimpse into a recent ritual that has popped up in our house.
Now I think I’ll go do the dishes. Again. For the sixth time in the last two-and-a-half days.