Last night. Last night, I had a series of horrible nightmares. In times of stress this is not uncommon for me. Like my brain thinks,
"Wow. We have a lot on our mind right now. Hear me out. What if I give you a night full of terror? Like maybe you are forced to become a serial killer or else some masked man is going to kill your children? Or maybe you are in a room full of body parts and you can't find the door? I mean, I am just spit balling here, but maybe...just maybe that will help relieve some of this stress we are under."
I am not sure when my brain became possessed by Quentin Tarantino...but I would like it stop.
So no, I did not sleep much last night. Thanks for asking.
Today, I have three writing projects to finish and you know, those two kids that I should feed and watch over and all around mother. I can feel the pressure building up in my chest and pressing down on my shoulders. By the end of the day I will be five feet wide and two inches tall. When in times of extremity I turn to one source of enlightenment that never fails to soothe and lift...
Videos of my kids doing weird things.
May I present, Shake, a moment in an H&M. By the time I started taping Zuzu had been dancing for a solid five minutes and Viola had been whimpering for fifteen. Oh, motherhood.
Now, if you will excuse me I am going to take some of my own advice and
"Pull it together, sister."