I'm a writer.
I write things.
But only for an hour a day because I'm also a stay-at-home mom.
To a toddler.
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Manuscript rewrite complete! YAY!
I’m off to the beach this weekend with my parents and Ken and the little independent monkey I call “Brandon”. Seriously this kid is all, “Okay you’re leaving now mom? Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Be sure to make it back in time for my nap or just send your boob it’s cool.” I mean, I know he loves me, but he doesn’t put on a big show about it AT ALL. He pushes me away when I try to kiss him. He looks up from his toys when I come home from a day away and does the baby equivalent of “meh”. He says “mama” (“baa baa”), but he says it to denote me, his dad, his toy, his foot, DJ Lance Rock…
Still man, when he looks up from his toys and smiles at me, or when he crawls over to me and throws his arms around my neck? Sucker punch of love. Best thing ever. Nothing else matters.
I lost my train of thought.
Oh yeah! It only took 2 months of waking up at 4 am to rewrite my goddamn book. But I’m catching up on all that sleep this weekend so nobody wake me.