It’s 7am. I’m awake because I have a hard time falling back asleep when Sam leaves for work. So I’ve been up since 5am.
I don’t know whether to feel more sorry for myself or for him.
Bella came in to snuggle as he left (she sleeps till like 9 lately – it’s insane), and I crept out to clean up the kitchen, make tea, and write. It’s lovely. I don’t know why I don’t do this more OH WAIT SLEEPING.
I’ve been quiet on here lately. There is a lot to say and yet a lot that can’t be said. I know. Vague-blogging. A place where this is supposed to be anything but. Isn’t a blog supposed to be open and uninhibited?
I went to see Mom’s Night Out a week or so ago with Emily, and loved it. Of course it starts with the main character convincing herself she is a mommy blogger, and at the end she just lets go and writes.
And I was jealous.