do you remember the bills you have to pay or even yesterday?
I heard this song in the car today and could have sworn David Bowie was talking to me. I am pretty sure he wrote this song about me, for me and in spite of me. I am that Young American he talks about. Most of the time I can’t remember the bills I have to pay or even yesterday. Most of the time I am not even sure what day it is anymore.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of fun. Teething, buckets of drool, sleepless nights, sleepless days, long days, longer nights, less daylight, cooler mornings, tears shed, less running, less cooking, less baking and less project making and overall feeling crazy busy. The so busy my head is going to explode kind of busy.
I woke today to find a broken dryer, wet towels, wet clothes, a sleepless, napless baby, a brandspanking new delivery of the wrong contact lenses and a never quiet, always barking dog. Overall, I’d say the day was a rousing success.
How about you?