I know it's Wednesday morning, but I had this thought before midnight (so it counts, right?) while walking around with congested, coughing Addie, who Would Not be put down:
Ma Ingalls did not have a village.
It made me feel better. Competent. Less jealous. More proud.
(Now I'm on my way to the city for her doctor's appointment; hoping the drive will afford me the opportunity to put together a Brilliant Blog Post from my scattered thoughts. Anything to help me remain awake on the highway...)
*Post 2 (sort of) for 7 posts in 7 days.