And the coffee. If you spend any time with me, you know I drink way, way more than is good for me. Like 4 cups a day more than I probably should. I'm a late-night girl, but I've found that gargantuan nursling+molar-cutting toddler+dumb sunrise-lovin' dog=early bedtime/no productivity OR serious caffeine addiction. I choose the later.
Speaking of coffee, while I was in self-imposed exile last week, I actually had a reading at my favorite local coffe shop that I forgot to mention. A bunch of my old MFA buddies--including my dear husband--and I read on Saturday night. I switched out writing for sewing a while back-- I can pick it up and put it down so much more easily than a poem-- but I still miss it. So now what I really need is just one more hour in the day.... the constant refrain of motherhood, alas.