I think I should not wait till the girls go down to write my posts... I am soooo wasted.
Part of the problem is, LaLa is at the end of her napping and this means a rearrangement of MY time, as in... I haven't figured out how to get some time I can call mine. This, this is wearing on me.
So I am almost to my Sunday Cringe, but I'm not there yet. Casting around for things to write about I ask Dadguy if he had any bright ideas about topics. I have a cache of ideas, but they all require actual sustained writing with an actual sustained brain for twenty minutes or more. Time I have, but brain power? Not so much.
"Well..." he said in his best I'm-thinking-really-hard-really-I-am voice. "You could always post about your love/hate relationship with your breasts."
I look at him, roll my eyes and shake my head. "What, you mean how I hate 'em and you love 'em?"
I sigh my exasperation while he giggles.
"Admit it," he laughs. "You are thinking of posting about it now!"