baby, baby
For some reason, work today was really 'meh...'. Of course, Saturdays are always hell, but it was just real quiet. Cute man came in and that pretty made mine and Lucy's day. Speaking of Lucy, she was telling me how her baby daddy threw bleach all over her clothes and laptop, then stole her bank card. We don't really talk much about that, mainly because I don't ask and it's not exactly casual conversation. But wow, her man is crazy. Lucy said she was pressing charges because he never called to apologize, but I think I'd press charges whether he did or not.
I've been dabbling in my writing lately. I keep coming up with these stories with multiple plots and multiple characters, so much so that I just end up confusing myself. I've considered ripping them apart as dropping them in their own worlds, but there's just no fun in that. It's times like this that I really wish that I could draw. Visuals would be the perfect thing to help me along with this issue.
I'm at my parents house today with my daughter. She's finally gone to sleep, but it took her all afternoon! Sleeping, she's wonderful and quiet. Awake, she turns into a wild child. I swear we're all exhausted after watching/playing with her for a couple hours. I can't even imagine having to take care of her on my own. I can't wait for her to walk because she's getting heavier and heavier each day. Then I'll have to worry about her running around and pulling everything down... things like that. Motherhood... I don't know how women cope with it.
I've been dabbling in my writing lately. I keep coming up with these stories with multiple plots and multiple characters, so much so that I just end up confusing myself. I've considered ripping them apart as dropping them in their own worlds, but there's just no fun in that. It's times like this that I really wish that I could draw. Visuals would be the perfect thing to help me along with this issue.
I'm at my parents house today with my daughter. She's finally gone to sleep, but it took her all afternoon! Sleeping, she's wonderful and quiet. Awake, she turns into a wild child. I swear we're all exhausted after watching/playing with her for a couple hours. I can't even imagine having to take care of her on my own. I can't wait for her to walk because she's getting heavier and heavier each day. Then I'll have to worry about her running around and pulling everything down... things like that. Motherhood... I don't know how women cope with it.