and so she goes
I spend a lot of my time competing with my toddler for my computer. She likes to slam the laptop shut and smash the keys when I'm trying to do something. If I happen to have computer time without tiny fingers, she will find a way to beckon me over for bouncing on the tiny trampoline or running up and down the tiny staircase her grandpa Nick made for her. Right now, at 8:30 on a Monday night, I am having a moment of time because her dad is holding her. The problem is now that I'm free, I have no idea what I had been trying to get out all weekend... I did jot down notes. I have notepads I carry around in my pocket and my purse and leave in places for easy finding. I have pens and pencils and all of the tools I need to keep my thoughts together. When it comes time to sit down, I find myself either unable to find these notes or I find myself deciding that all of the scribbles no longer make sense like they once did... Writing is a part of me. It is what I think about when I...