I have so much laundry. And homework. And things to do in preparation for the weeks ahead. But first, coffee. And time to digest some truly random thoughts and observations.
Like … I am nearly three years older than what Princess Diana was when she died.
How much money would I have if I was paid a dime for every load of laundry I’ve washed since becoming an adult?
If my husband was the ambassador of a European country, would I be egotistical enough to brand myself a “public figure” on Instagram despite no career or acts of service of my own, but a collection of motivational quotes and selfies?
Why do IKEA catalogs bring me so much joy? I need to start running again.