It's 1 a.m. and I just sat down to blog. (And that would be because Buttercup just fell asleep.)
I doubt I'll get a lot done; it's late, I'm tired, and I'm sure anything important I type tonight will be chock full of typos.
Today was long, but fun. We tried taking Buttercup for Santa pictures, but after dressing her up and trekking out to the mall, her screams of sheer terror the moment we sat her on the lap of the jolly fat man in the red suit basically nixed that idea right in the bud.
So instead, we settled for this photo right here of me and Buttercup outside of the Santa area, or what Buttercup liked to call "The Safe Zone."
The rest of the day involved eating a belated birthday lunch with Nana, shopping for clothes (for Buttercup, of course) and then heading home so I could run out, yet again, to the grocery store in order to avoid having to leave the house tomorrow in case that blizzard actually hits us.
A great day, all in all, but I'm sure you noticed I didn't mention anything about work. And yeah, that would be because I didn't do any.
Bad freelance writer, I know. But sometimes work just has to come second.
Of course that means I have to work double-time tomorrow on my calls for the Metro Parent story, and somehow find the time to clean my house, blog, and spend time with Buttercup.
Ya know, Santa? Mommy wants a clone for Christmas. Think you can handle that?
1 comment:
Being a mom is hard work! I think all moms should have a clone.
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