i build train sets. that's what i do. over & over & over.

i choose to believe that i am pretty good at it. but when he rips them apart and makes me redo multiple times a day, i reconsider.

this morning he didn't need my help. he didn't even want it.

sigh of relief. no more train set building for me. finally.

i walk back to the couch, cover up in a buzz lightyear blanket, lean forward to grab my coffee smiling the whole time that i likely have 10 free minutes in my future.

and then i fell off the couch. and so did my coffee.