*looks at the clock. notes that it reads 3:29 am. sighs*
I feel like I am caught in a temporal rift where hours and hours are mysteriously disappearing from my life! That must be how the baby felt when we took this picture of him:
The baby is a month old already today, my son has begun using cuss words (he said the phrase “What the Hell!” in surprisingly appropriate context for a 3-year-old), my husband has been fired from nighttime baby-duty already (he practically sleepwalks with the baby in one hand, which freaks me out), and my writing buddy has already finished the first draft of her novel. And here I am with only 20 more pages to show for my book!
*yawns* Well, I’d vent some more, but I either need to try to write some more until the baby wakes up again in about an hour or try to steal 60 minutes of shut-eye while I can. Bah, I’ll go for the shut-eye – I don’t know how much drool my keyboard can handle.
Nitey night! (or good morning??)
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