Raising children. Giving them summers.
Every year, the weather turns wonderful, and you’re a kid, and you have no responsibilites except maybe cleaning the bathroom or not elbowing your brother in the face, and you can curl up with a lovely book. Like this one:
And then you get old. Where horrible things like jobs happen. And the weather turns lovely, and your body says it’s time to sleep in, stay up late, curl up with a book, and lay around 21 hours a day. But your alarm still goes off at 4:45 and your job still continues. And it’s just all BULL CRAP.
Anyhow…to help you get over the horror of it. Go ahead and curl up with my book anyway. You can buy it here.