Something always goes wrong.
I sometimes like to apply methodology used at work to domestic situations.
I had made it a stated, sworn, cross-my-heart promise to write and post more, worry less, etc, but . . . here we are.
We're back with another word problem which may or may not actually be one.
Whenever one of my kids spills something on the floor, I experience a range of emotions. On one hand, the spill represents something else "to do" - a new task - in a world where we already have more to do than we will ever get done. And my wife and I, as the sole … Continue reading Parenting is a Fickle Ride