It’s not only good to be queen, it’s downright excellent.
How do I know this? Sometimes, after the kids have gone to bed and the house is quiet I close my eyes and imagine.
I imagine a land where lilacs and wisteria bloom year-round. And everything is colorful, and beautiful, and lush. And no one has to exercise or eat brussels sprouts ever again.
Ahh…it is good to be queen.