I’m writing this post as our trip is fresh in my mind. Fresh as in, we landed back in Chicago earlier this morning, been up since 4:30am and feel delirious. A perfect time to share my innermost thoughts, unabashed and exhausted.
One thing I can always count on Friday mornings when my mom comes to watch the kids are newspaper articles. She has a knack of always finding super relevant stories. Sometimes it’s overwhelming for my OCD tendencies to see newspapers spread out all over my clean counter (remember, I love the crispness and organization of nothing on my island, I find this area a tranquil sea amidst the chaos of life). Call me old fashioned, but I love newspapers and magazines.