Recently, my phone quit working. Not sort of, but all the way. It launched into something called a “Boot Loop” (oh cute, it has a name), where the phone reboots itself perpetually until you toss it angrily out the window of a moving vehicle turn it off. I actually watched, amazed, for several minutes before I gave up and pondered, “What now?”
My kids are close in age, and at 6 and 8 they are each in unique stages of what I am calling Liar Liar Pants on Fire Syndrome. I don’t think this disorder is recognized by the American Medical Association, but friends, it certainly should be! Somehow, my two little angels have simultaneously hit upon the notion that “the truth” as we know it can shift and change with their moods, desires, and sneaky schemes. Jesus, give me strength.
Several years ago, my husband invited a colleague and his family to join us for dinner. This man’s side-hustle (and passion) was personal training, and given that the closest thing to a “marathon” I’ve ever completed is binge-watching hours of Little House on the Prairie episodes, I wanted to do whatever I could to give the appearance we were capable of making healthy choices.