- climbing on top of moving boxes
- playing with the vacuum until you accidentally turn it on, and then running away in terror
- smacking the cat
- kissing the cat
- chasing the cat
- banging on keyboards
- knocking things off the table
- throwing things from around the house into the trash can
- belly buttons
- pulling all your pants out of the drawer and throwing them all over your room
- the remote control
- eating bits of cat fluff
- a two-week-old cheerio from under the couch
Inspired by this post on Barefoot Foodie:
The people in my head: Anne Shirley, Jane Eyre, Chuck Bass, Tom Robbins, Nigella Lawson
So, uh, yeah. It’s been two weeks? Huh. How’d that happen?
Aaaaannd that’s it. Life’s been crazy, I’ve still been sick, work has been ridiculous, etc, etc. Having a baby with insomnia makes everything pretty hazy. The nightly 3AM BABY PARTY TIME is losing its charm.
The baby got his first haircut and we had an awesome birthday party in the park for him and Cris and I decided we’re going to move soon and I’ve finally figured out what I’m going to do when I grow up. I want to blog about all this stuff. One day? Maybe?
But man, I’m tired.
I feel beyond useless lately. Like, mentally. Like: Brain? Is mush. Mushy mushy mush. I spend 90000000 hours in front of a computer every day, and I can’t take ten minutes to write something here because the second I start, I get distracted by, I don’t know. Justin Beiber’s hair or looking up prices on airfare to New Zealand or deciding which age-inappropriate bike I want to pretend-buy my 11-month-old son. Or hitting my head against the desk repeatedly because: 11 MONTHS?!
Other means of distraction:
Nude Puffball Mac, 59 GBP
Old Navy Womens Tweed Trousers, $40
Jeffrey Campbell Street, $70
‘Wild Side’ Stripe Canvas Tote, $16
Feeling Just Bread-ful Ring, $4.99
Black Opaque Heart Studs, 5 GBP
Goal for the week: shove my brain back into my ears and get back to some semblance of normal. Hopefully stop falling asleep at my desk during the day.
Baby steps, people. Baby steps.