I was a bear today. Growly, bristly and short-tempered, for no good reason. I hate days like that.
After a burnt dinner, I scowled and put the dishes away, tidying up the relentless mess and feeling worn.
BANGS!
January is a tough one. December is her manic sister who flits wildly from party to event, never taking a moment to breathe, while January is dark and broody and kind of fat.
Every year I say we’re going to reign in the holiday spending but then every year the credit card statements come rolling in in January and it kind of sucks.
I never had a sister.
But these girls of ours will always have two. I flounder at times, uncertain about what’s normal for their sibling connections to look like. They fight. A LOT. They kick and hit each other.
As a foolish teenager I used to broil in the summer sun. Under the guise of beauty, I’d coat myself with tanning oils and perch under the blazing sunlight, hoping to get a nice tan.
I remember when I had my first baby. She was a little overdone.