This morning I thought, "Hey, I haven't blogged in a long while! I really should get on that!" Since then I've thought up of fun things to talk about, a story here, some whimsy there - and now my son is bored (and its cold) and my nerves are fried (and it's not even noon) and all I can think is, "Keep breathing! Keep breathing!! You can do this! BREATH PAST HIS CRAZY!"
Yes. Motherhood. On days its like ramming your head into the wall over and over and over just because!
And then he kisses me and I'm all jelly and its okay - granted - that part hasn't HAPPENED just yet.
If I make it to 1p without pulling my hair out... that will be a beautiful, beautiful thing...