Come spend the night inside my sugar walls.
I have the life of Riley. I take my kids to school, do a bit of work in the afternoon, pick my kids up, microwave a meal, hang out with my kids, and work for a couple of hours.
Even if your job is a professional singer, we still dork out at home.
When my kids are in college, maybe I'll drag my fishnets and high heels out.
I'm a terrible dancer. The worst.
We are supposed to enjoy the good stuff now, while we can, with the people we love. Life has a funny way of teaching us that lesson over and over again.