It’s 9:46pm and I’m eating trail mix for dinner. With a baby fork (spork, really). Okay, I’m not actually eating the trail mix with the fork. I stabbed a few raisins with it. It’s been a day. Sick baby. Poop everywhere. Lights burning out. Husband working late, naturally. And I have to work tomorrow. […]Read Post ›
Husband. A sympathy shot he sent from his film workshop he attended all weekend while I was home with a sick babe.