Woke up at 3:30am to nurse.
Promptly went back to sleep.
Woke up again at 6am.
Drove an hour.
Ran a 5K in memory of a lost friend.
Took a moment to think about her and smile.
Spent way too much money on far too few groceries.
Kissed a boo-boo.
Chased a wild man around Toys R Us.
Committed to painting my office “saffron threads” and our front door “baritone.” (Thanks, Behr app!)
Drove an hour back.
Took a much-needed shower.
Changed a pooper.
Peeled 1983 off my office wall. See ya, mauve roses.
Nursed my baby.
Sliced some strawberries.
Roasted some spicy cauliflower and Brussels Sprouts.
Kissed a boo-boo.
Made cauliflower couscous with pine nuts and cranberries.
Felt a swell of pride when my 2yo ate it all.
Drank a double chocolate stout.
Snuggled my boy.
Nursed again.
Fell asleep while tucking a snugglebug into bed with a story about where worms live.
Woke up again.
Took care of some office paperwork in case we die. (Yawn.)
Made a spinach mushroom omelet for tomorrow’s breakfast.
(Not mine.)
Packed up the lunchbox.
Ate a few bites of ice cream.
Wrote a blog post.
Thought about what to wear to work tomorrow.
Decided to think about it in the morning.
Completely ran out of steam.
Felt thankful for it all.
Good night.



















