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Daycare called again. This time he dressed himself and showed up wearing his rain boots inside-out. The confidence. The audacity. I'm so proud. #newparentlife

it's 6pm and already dark outside. who decided this was acceptable. i'm filing a complaint with winter

the traffic on the bridge this morning was unreal. sat there for 20 minutes. podcast saved my sanity.

gerald has been extra vocal this morning. I think he knows spring is coming. or he's just hungry. probably both.

cold brew season never really ends but spring cold brew hits different. it's the little things

6:42 AM train is 3 minutes late. Not complaining though—gave me time to finish my coffee. ☕

weather is FINALLY nice so we're spending every waking moment outside. my pale winter skin is not ready for this transition but here we are.

sitting by the window with hot tea watching birds visit the garden is peak winter activity. don't @ me

my book blog followers keep asking what i'm reading in march and honestly the list is too long. send help and free time

just realized i've been wearing mismatched workout socks all week. nobody tell me

me: *sits in car for five minutes after arriving home* also me: wondering if I'm normal #parentlife

coworker kept talking through the entire game last night. we cannot discuss last night

red line had NO delays today and i didn't know what to do with myself. sketched the same person twice by accident

morning commute was so smooth i finished an entire chapter of my audiobook. didn't even hit traffic. is this real life.

listening to a podcast about urban legends and now every noise in my apartment is suspicious. very on brand for me.

The commute this morning was actual chaos. Black ice on the highway and everyone's suddenly forgotten how to drive. Coffee shop line wrapped around the block. 😤

commute home was brutal. backed up for miles and the sunset was WASTED on all those brake lights 🚗

mild road rage incident but then a podcast episode made me laugh so hard i forgot why i was mad. podcasts > anger #commutetherapy

five cats means five different opinions on dinner. they're all wrong but they yell about it anyway

new running shoes arrived and I'm way too excited about this. they're sitting in my hallway and I keep staring at them.