Tomis is out playing soccer right now, and the Bug is snoozing away in his crib. I just ate nachos and a hot dog, and now I am sitting here in a state of confusion because I have a quiet moment while home. I feel as though there is something I should do. I could, I suppose, take the 3 week old nail polish off my toes (yuck, I know) but that would mean getting out of the bed and putting effort into something. I think I am content to have ugly toes and not move.
Sorry about the delay in posts. I have been so abnormally busy at work that my only peace comes from holding Ryker. I have even taken to sneaking him into bed with us because I miss him so much. I don’t even care that he sometimes kicks my eye into its socket so hard I sometimes think it will deform me. It truly is my moment of peace. At work, I have one of his binkys, a picture of my little family when Ryker was minutes old, and a bottle of lavender chamomile baby cologne that smells like my son sitting on my desk. It reminds me why I am putting in the hours as my eyes dart between two computer screens processing information that I half understand. I do like my job though. The time flies by because there is so much to do, but when you fill every second with a task, despite the fact that the only thing you move during the day is your fingers while you type, everything is sore. It is kind of an accomplished sore though.
Anyway… I am slowing starting to fall asleep…
This is a dinner I made Tomis one night.