So guess what’s hard? Doing anything.
Since it’s been a solid 2 years since I’ve been regularly writing. I’ve never experienced the actual need to have time to do like, stuff. Like writing here. Because someone wants to shoot me with a laser. Or someone needs to be wiped. Or someone is trying (again) to swallow the Apple TV remote, because…shiny. And so is life now. Right now the kids are home for aseventyhundred days from school because of one unnecessary “holiday.” Sorry Thanksgiving enthusiasts. It’s actually my birthday on that day. What better way to celebrate my birth and genocide?
Ok sorry, I’m in a mood. I’ve had a child in my bed for the better part of all of the dark hours. They are so sneaky about it and then kick my face every 30 minutes. And so I don’t sleep. And so I look like this as I write:
Because 1) it’s cold. 2) stay fancy 3) dark circles.