Our Three Songs
Was looking through old posts; these are still some of my top picks for survival.
Tough day? Listen up. I promise this trifecta will help.
Music plays in my head all day. Choose three songs…the choice is almost as impossible as picking my favorite organs. (The ones that keep me kickin’, not the musical instruments.)
However, I must admit, three happen to be currently at the top of my cerebral playlist.
First, a quick backstory for those who haven’t read other posts:
Hubby and I adopted two kids (5 & 7 when they came to us via foster care). My good friend, an English teacher, says bambinos are “children,” not kids. “Kids” are baby goats. In our case, “kids” is accurate; a herd of goats would have been less destructive. More often, we call them the wild hyenas. During the first six months, if they were conscious, we couldn’t let them out of our sight. With one who couldn’t conk out until after midnight, and one who woke screaming almost every morning at 3 am, sleep was a pipe dream (pun…
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