Draggin', draggin', draggin'. I woke up late this morning, and I'm still trying to shake off the sleep that weighs down my lids, stiffens my body. It's raining outside, that will inevitably perk me up.
I spent yesterday and evening with my sister and her two sons (one's almost 3, the other is 2 months). I don't know HOW she does it. It takes a lot of time and energy to handle kids, and she's the numero uno madre responsible. I have newfound respect for her and her husband, because they're great with those kids. I also have newfound conviction of my decision to enjoy my sisters children and forego having any of my own. I wouldn't be as good, and I'm okay with that.
Today is the only day this week I have to do nothing. To relax, fill out some paperwork, organize some shit and just chill. Monday it was the maid at Dad's (I've never played charades so hard in my life, and I'm positive she now thinks that I actually gave birth to cats), yesterday at Faye's, tomorrow I took a little writing job (always fun to explore various genres, and I'll never turn away extra cash for something that is easy and fun for me to do), Friday I lunch with Lucy (yay!) and then go out to finally do the research for another music story (I have no excuse for failing to write these in the past few months, other than sheer lack of energy for it).
So today... I rest. I watch the rain. I clean up a bit. I drink tea. I play with My slave. I read.
I deserve it.
-Barbarella
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