Good.
Good times. Good bye. Good morning. Good night. Good enough.
Good times are like the time we had this evening at a 70th birthday party. You wouldn’t think that someone turning 70 could have a rockin’ party. When the family is musical, though, it’s always rockin’. It doesn’t get much better than sitting around a sing along with a few guitars. Perhaps you define “good times” differently, but for us, this is our definition.
Good bye. Rarely are byes good. Really the only time a good bye is truly good is when it’s someone or something you are relieved at being gone. Good bye cancer. Good bye flu. Good bye freeloader. I read somewhere that’s textspeak from the 1600’s for God Be With Ye. That makes it just good enough.
Good morning. Are mornings good? I used to be a morning person. I used to have no trouble getting up at 6am for work. Now when I get up at 6 am for work I need a nap by 10:15. My internal clock, however, is set for 6. Fortunately, I also have an internal snooze button. Yes, they’re good mornings regardless, because I’m happy to see you again. Good nights are sweet. ‘Round here it’s followed by “Love you. Ugga mugga see ya in the morning. Like your face. Your the best person.” and a kiss. If it’s the kids, peace and quiet reigns. If it’s us, amen. How do you know you’re a grown up? You enjoy bedtime.
Good enough is the feeling we parents get sometimes when we feel we’re just scraping by with our kids. They’re fed (so what if it was chicken nuggets with mac and cheese). So what if they got 3 hours of screen time today. It’s when we’re doing what we need to do get by. We’re surviving. For the most part, parenting is lots of fun. We have plenty of laughs. But sometimes we hear “watch me” a few hundred too many times. Sometimes we’ve played make believe, or that one game, or listened to our kids once again recite more facts about pokemon characters. We need adult interaction. Real conversation. Yet, here we are in munchkinland doing “good enough”.
Good night. I’ll be gooder tomorrow.
Last week my “good enough dinner” was letting BG eat popcorn. She had a miserable day, and in an effort to get her to eat *something*, I offered to feed her whatever she wanted that wasn’t candy for supper. Popcorn it was.
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Good morning! I’m enjoying some good coffee and a good breakfast with a (very) good dog snuggled by my feet. Hope your Monday is more than good!
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Good morning. I’m very very jealous. I just finished shoveling 8 inches of very heavy snow. Now I’m hot cold and sweaty. I wish I had puppy dog 😁🐕
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Good job! 🙂
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😁🙃
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Nice quote, thanks for sharing
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You’re very welcome. Glad you liked it.
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Good post. I thorougly enjoyed this. After my 70th birthday, they were all good.
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Thanks for stopping by to read. I’m glad you liked it. It’s not the years left in life it’s the life left in years that makes them good.
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I couldn’t agree more. Thank you.
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I too am from a musical family! Loved reading this.
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Thanks! Let the music play on 🙂
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