to the rescue

Tonight I’m up late, uselessly stumbling through a variety of stupid shit online while I wait for my husband to come home (this was far and away extremely entertaining, I have to admit). I spent enough time tidying up, folding and putting away laundry, finishing dishes, straining homemade vegetable stock (very, very Big Deal), and cutting a pattern out for a coat for Suse. Now I’m just pathetic and hoping for an adult male to cuddle with for bed.

Just as I type this last sentence I hear a squeak from the baby monitor; then a cry. The Boy is awake and thirsty and asking for Mama. It’s nice to be wanted.

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