Tortilla Chips, Wine, and Bad Parenting
I spent the better part of the afternoon today driving to and from Maya’s lacrosse game in Boston while Harry so generously offered to babysit the little kids back at home. Being that the game finished right at 5pm right in Boston, I had lots of time to think. I put a lot of thought into what my “intention” would be for tomorrow’s journal entry. I came up with this: I am more than any…