When are you most happy?
Sometimes I’m happiest when my kids are around, as long as they aren’t fighting or bugging each other. Which is rare to be honest. Taz and Cordelia have that goofy, joking, like to tease kind of personalities (like me), sometimes it just goes too far though. My Dad used to say “Carla you just don’t know when enough is enough!”
I love them to pieces but it seems the best moments with them happen when there’s just one or two here, not all four. Is that bad to say? I will have all four under my roof for Christmas and I really am excited for that, honest.
I’m happy when I don’t have to make supper. I love not making supper.
I’m happy when I’m sipping on my coffee in silence first thing in the morning. And when I dunk myself into a nice hot bubble bath each night before bed.
I’m happy when I’m writing, when I’m baking.
I’m happy when I’m working, for the most part.
It really adds up to a lot of happiness I guess, and that’s something to be grateful for.
Today’s my birthday, ughhh 48, and I plan to do all of these things, except work.
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