So, my in-laws have had Savannah since Thursday. And my husband has been working every day since Thursday. Which means, I’ve had a lot of time to myself over the past few days. Which at first, it’s great, but then the silence just becomes weird. So here I am at my favorite coffeehouse for the third day in a row working on writing because I’m too distracted at home.
At least when Savannah is around, I know how 95% of my day is going to go. It’s amazing how parenthood makes you forget how to adult when you’re given the opportunity.