This post is not at all planned. I’m actually typing it directly into the “add new post” window, and I don’t plan on editing it. WHY? Because honestly, I’m getting a little bit annoyed with this blog. It’s so intense and weird. And while I acknowledge that that is “me”, it’s also not very sustainable (also “me”). Truth is, I don’t really want to look at the next part of my story. And the more pressure I put on myself to do it, the worse it gets. So I’m not going to do it. Not right now, anyway. Instead, let’s just skip ahead to now. Now is fun! Now is when these people are alive.
Oh, these people. These people and I have had two really good days in a row, a rare feat. I credit the weather, coconut oil, and the 6th Street Cowboy. That last one was hanging out with three of his horses in our neighbor’s yard yesterday, no where near 6th street. The coconut oil is part of an experiment I’m doing to see if eating more calories will keep me from screaming at my kids. Leona turns 15 months old tomorrow, and has been nursing like a newborn for the last three weeks. I’m pretty sure that’s the equivalent of a five course turkey dinner coming straight from my boobs everyday. I have been a wee bit HANGRY.
But, seriously, how long can you be mad at this:
She clearly needs that turkey dinner. And a hair clip.