Can someone tell me why I spend all day trying to find time to write, then when the Faery falls asleep and I can do some writing, I’m wasting time blogging/reading other blogs/fantasising about Dr. Troy?
The sleeping Faery who, btw, took her VERY FIRST STEPS today! Walked about two feet, right into the Hubby’s arms. Aaaaw. She’s almost a toddler! I can’t believe it. Soon I will have no more babies, just little children. And then the last faint echoes of the urge to have more babies will disappear forever. See, I think most people want more babies as their kids grow up. Not me. I spent the first year or so of Princess’s life, and the whole last year, desperately wanting another baby. Once they get a little independent, though, and I realize I have some free time again…I’m gone. No more diapers for me. It’s cocktails and fun from there on out.
Princess is still sick. Its the most pitiful thing in the world. But kinda nice. When I don’t have to take her to school I can sleep late.
But I’m also not getting my exercise and shall start gaining weight again if I’m not careful.