Small Stones 8/20/16

Exhausted, I gulp down my third cup of coffee, cold and bitter from sitting on the counter. My son cries in frustration behind me, for the fifteenth time this morning, though I can’t figure out why. I put my coffee cup down, and grab my son’s raisins from the fridge. His crying ceases, and I exhale. Raisins. This is going to be a long day.

*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.



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Super Jan

I am an exceedingly average, 20-something female. Very opinionated, and slightly vulgar. I am a gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor and writer, survey taker, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and stay-at-home mom.

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