Ryder's new favorite question: "What's next, MumMum?"
What's next? God, if I only knew.
I always know what is next for him. Brushing your teeth, taking a walk, having dinner, playing with trains. But what is next for me?
My next is probably the same thing as yesterday. Go to work, pick him up, make dinner, play some video games. Lather, rinse, repeat. I want a different next. I feel like there is a world of possibilities, yet only a few.
What is life going to sling my way? What is next?