Small Stones 8/14/16

Kick, kick, kick.

Kick, kick, kick. I wrestle my son into a clean diaper, while he drums against the walls with his heels, smiling brightly. I hear a familiar pounding from the other side, and snicker at the irony. The world’s worst neighbor seems to be upset that my son is kicking the wall again, and honestly, I don’t care one bit.

*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.



Author: Super Jan

I'm just an introvert, trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a casual gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying my best.

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