Life is just really fast and full and exhausting now that my 10 month old monkey is standing up, is cruising all around, and generally getting into everything and anything he can. I love the bones of him, but shit, he's a handful. I feel like he may start to think his name is NO!
I am busy. But hey, what Momma ain't?
But I am going to try to write more, if for no one else but for me. It's therapeutic.
Cheers to therapy.