completely reasonable that i dreamed of blogging.
every time i sit down to write i cross one thing off of the list and add 5 new topics i passed on the road
my sweet prince sleeps across my chest or plays at my feet whilst i click clack my sanity back
i just feel like i need a schedule. my stay at home mom career is ten months deep and i show off a lovely, happy boy, and neatly piled toys, and .... what?
i used to think of myself as artistic but i dont feel like i am anymore. i dont do anything special and im done letting the tv pull me through the day till my hubby returns.
heck... he's more desinger now than i am
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