You know, I read a thing about Toni Morrison and how she was a single mom when she started writing. I have no idea how this is even possible.
My dear, sweet Mister is such an involved, amazing parent. And still, it seems next to impossible to find time to do my work. Especially disaster days like yesterday. Lotion in the carpet and a broken washing machine and my increasingly terrible mood.
That JK Rowling wrote the Harry Potter series and Toni Morrison’s impressive body of work…. I’m just blown away. Especially on days like today when I’m trying to pick up the remaining pieces of my sanity and dear, sweet Mister is so in charge of the kid.
I’m alternately thankful that I’m setting my own deadlines and dislike it. I’m such a fan of anxiety that I’m liable to always keep moving it out and never actually doing what I need and want to. But, moving deadlines with Entropy Machine related disasters is so necessary.
I’m just… ooph, reeling from the craziness of yesterday, still.
Toddlers, man. Toddlers!