Well, I was all set to come home and get things done today. I had my mental to-do list, my shopping list, my writing list, my blogging list, and a few miscellanea (like finding the opposite word to philanthropy). Lately I’ve been feeling a bit like I’m off my routine. My rhythm, such that it was, has been tripped up.
I used to be good at getting my blogs up by 5, but now I’m lucky if I even remember that I’m supposed to do it.
Today, for example, I got home from work, ready to get this post up, and do you know what happened? This:
It’s just really hard to get any thing finished when I pick up a fussy baby and she falls asleep on me. I mean, what am I going to do? She’s sleeping on me. I tried to pass her over to a pillow, but Abby apparently can tell the difference between me and a furniture accessory. Also, she rolls off of things sometimes.
I also haven’t done much drawing. My scary monster pictures are beginning to err toward butterflies and things with large, adorable eyes.