Over the weekend, Eleanor innocently asked whether she could have a lemonade sale. She reminded me that she asked before and I said we could. And… of course, she was right. So we set out to have the most epic of lemonade sales ever. Or at least, the most epic my kids had ever had.
Today’s post sucks. Capital S-U-C-K-S. And yes… there are lots of other words I could use, but I’m exhausted and sad and that’s all that comes to mind. This one is personal. And I know you come here for the DIY and the design and the makeovers so no hard feelings if you want to peace out until the next post.