I felt a little poetic today. Whether or not my poetry is liked, or understood, exploring my poetry prowess good thing. It means my mind has been unraveling--peeling off layers of self in preparation for something new to surface.
I read for a couple hours today--recreational reading--with my eyes, not my ears. It was amazing. I know I'm "supposed to" be writing my book, but reading is like doing writing research, right? And, I do need to do a lot more research. After all, I don't know what the heck I'm doing. But I have a lot of ideas. Maybe that's why I was feeling poetic.
My poor baby was feeling pretty pathetic today. He threw up multiple times--sometimes spewing stomach contents forth with impressive fountain-like force. I'm so glad the husband was here to tag team. I am sure grateful for that man. He is such a perfect compliment to my tightly-wound parenting approach. He and the boys are having a blast. I love watching them bond. Even when we're all covered in throw up.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
Aaahhh... Mel you are unwinding.
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