Sometimes easiest is best.
My husband’s main contribution to taking care of the house this past week has been helping with the dishes – easy. Means one less thing for me.
We talked to our oldest son about the truth of Santa (mentioned here) – it happened right before bed this past weekend. We didn’t make a fuss, I held in my tears, but it went over easy and matter-of-fact. We talked about Santa being part of the Spirit of Christmas and recruited him to help us keep that for the other two kids.
I ordered boots online so I don’t have to search for my size in-store – easy, but since all of them didn’t work, today I was on return duty. I think I’m giving up on my brown riding boot search for the year. I think it might be easier to accept that I won’t find any that fit my wide 11 feet.
I really enjoy waking up 45 minutes before the kids need to get up – easy…maybe not always, but worth it. I love the morning silence and although it’s a sleep sacrifice, the tone it sets to my morning creates ease….