Monday, April 7, 2008
all this time
I want to have time to write, to process how I'm feeling. I want to take 5 minutes a day and write myself an email, just to check in. I thought I'd have the time to do that now, and had the baby sitting silently next to me on the couch. As he begins to hiccup, I realize that he's just spit up all over himself and the couch, and now I don't get my 5 minutes. Maybe tomorrow? There's no telling.