routine disrupted. my bones are weary. couldn't get myself out to get a coffee. i also plan on taking a nap with the babe today. coffee injested will not let that happen. so...i move in slow motion, which allows me to enjoy kid's games much more. i clap to the songs, roll a ball across the floor to him, hide it in the mailbox.
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Sometimes the coffee doesn't work the way I want it to. It's like, "Okay. Now not only am I slow and tired, I'm also twitchy and nervous!"
I loved your previous entry. I can see why you thought about becoming a nun. I'm meditative in the same sort of way. I've often thought about becoming a monk over the years. But I'm an artist to the bone! And I have authority issues.
Your boy sounds quite contrary. Like Mary, Mary
An answer will come, no doubt.