Sometimes you have to force the pleasurable moments into your life. Otherwise they never happen.

The other morning was typical for me. Running out of the house without breakfast, rushing to school drop offs and speech therapy appointments, traffic...you know the drill. Before I knew it was 11 and I had yet to have breakfast.

As we drove past my favorite sweet little tea shop I caught myself thinking, "I wish I was the kind of woman that could have tea on a Thursday morning." Then my stomach growled.

I had an hour before the next school pickup. So I could technically grab a quick tea and go. But I had the two year old with me. And it was almost lunchtime.

But I stopped. And I had my tea and scones. And the baby behaved like a champ. It was amazing.

Later in the day, after more hectic stuff youknowhowitis, I