Who out there hears a certain song, and up pops certain memories of your children or someone else you know? Having two daughters and two sons, we partook in what felt like every single sport/activity in the universe. Okay, maybe not every single one, but darn near close. From football, volley ball, ballet, to horseback riding. From 4H, soccer, golf, to swimming. Heck, even Spanish sword fighting. You get the idea.
Sometimes I don’t make sense to myself. I take that back. Quite often I don’t make sense to myself. For instance, one day I can’t wait to be with a crowd of people from church, at some party, and the like. But other times, sorry but I’d rather be by myself.
Everyone has two 12 hour batches every single day. But what if everyone, for some crazy reason, for one day, could turn that 12 o’clock in the afternoon into a 13 o’clock? How would you spend one extra hour? But let’s say there was a rule that you could not use it on your normal stuff such as work, study, mommy-hood, Daddy-hood, chores, school, ‘laundry’.