today, during nap, I witnessed a tiny wiping her stringy, yellow boogers all over the back on my shirt. In no means was she as stealth as she was trying to be. now you might think “oh poor Maggie, clearly you were so annoyed”. On the contrary dear friends. I (more stealthy than she) took picture evidence to send to my mom and laugh at how gross kids are. I still lick my mother occasionally, so I guess I can’t really comment too much on how gross this three year old tiny is. However repulsive boogers are, it brought me an odd sense of joy. Yeah, I’m that girl. Lately, I’ve been having a really hard time finding joy here. I’m still battling the loneliness and feeling isolated. And there are good times, they just feel like a snap of my fingers. It’s pathetic, but being an over dressed tissue brings me these little multicolored sprinkles of joy. 

Check on The Common Year for more (not composed by me) on finding joy in the mundane, the weird and the particularly gross. 

Sorry for something so short! Today is quite possibly the longest day so far and I’m quite exhausted. Your prayers are quite necessary. Have a delightful afternoon! 

She’s asleep in this picture, but I definitely need to wash above pictures shirt. Ciao. 
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