Sometimes you just have to sleep late.
Sometimes, after you sleep late, you have to hope that the lunches the kids packed for themselves have at least one thing in them that isn’t chocolate.
Sometimes at 3:30 in the morning you go in to investigate crying, and find your weepy almost 10 year old shuddering from a night terror. One like he hasn’t had since he was two.
Sometimes you watch his baby sister climb next to him and reassure him that she’s right there beside him.
Sometimes, at 3:30 in the morning, you tell your kids to just turn on the TV until they get sleepy. Because they just damn deserve it.
Sometimes you have to shave with a dull razor.
Sometimes you have to let go of something or someone you love. Because it’s just not worth it anymore.
Sometimes you have to be a dick.
Sometimes you have to use impolite language.
Sometimes you forget who you are.
Sometimes you have to realize that you forget just so you can remember.
Sometimes it’s okay to let the baby run around naked.
Sometimes coffee is all that sounds good.
Sometimes you eat pizza after midnight.
Sometimes growing up is growing apart.
Sometimes following your dream is hard.
Sometimes the path is lost.
Sometimes you have to listen to Adele on repeat, no matter how cheesy.
Sometimes you have to cry.
Sometimes you have to laugh.
Sometimes you have to recognize that love is in spite of instead of because.
Sometimes Oprah is right.
Sometimes everyone is just tired.
Sometimes you have to wait for the rain.