Right now the wind is blowing so hard that the fireplace is making horror movie sounds.
Am I the only one who feels this way? Like at my age, 45, I should definitely feel more like a grown up more of the time, right? And less like I'm wearing a costume of a grown up?
Why is it that every now and then I feel like an imposter? Like I'm not the grown up in this house at all? Who am I kidding?
Alright - tiny bitch session over. Time to put on my "it's just the wind" face and get the kids.
Great - I just heard a thump from upstairs. I am so outta here.