Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Sipping Coffee at Starbucks

Dear Anna is graciously babysitting two cantankerous little boys so that I can have some time to myself. I feel like my mind is regularly churning with copious amounts of insignificant, mundane details. It seems a rare occasion that I have time to read or think about anything of depth. So I am trying hard not to think about whether or not I put the bedrail up on Knox's crib before I left, or if Hunter is still crying or my never ending list of chores.