You Are Not Your Own
I don't write about myself anymore. It's always about either my baby, my husband, or occasionally rantings from my crazy right-wing political mind. Honestly, I really don't have anything else to say. My life is wholly consumed by my little family and the unending tasks necessary for taking care of it.
Dreams, ambitions, hobbies; everything to do with my personal life takes a backseat. The funny thing is, I'm ok with that. More than ok really.
That being said, I am incredibly proud of my baby. He slept 9 hours last night and 6 the night before. I'm pretty sure he's 10 lbs. now. So cute.
Johnny started thesis experiments yesterday. I'm so excited for him to finish so we can leave. He has a great job lead in Boulder. We'll see how that all pans out.
In the meantime, it's cold. Yuck.
Dreams, ambitions, hobbies; everything to do with my personal life takes a backseat. The funny thing is, I'm ok with that. More than ok really.
That being said, I am incredibly proud of my baby. He slept 9 hours last night and 6 the night before. I'm pretty sure he's 10 lbs. now. So cute.
Johnny started thesis experiments yesterday. I'm so excited for him to finish so we can leave. He has a great job lead in Boulder. We'll see how that all pans out.
In the meantime, it's cold. Yuck.