It’s happening. My life is getting hectic. In a good way. A REALLY good way.
I’m not entirely sure why I thought staying home with my whirling dervish son, working from here, would make it less chaotic.
The days scoot by quicker than when I was sitting in an office. The first diaper I change in the morning, when I’m swimming in a thick fog of my baby’s sweet and sour mini-dragon morning breath, transitions with the blink of an eye to his nighttime diaper, when I’m nuzzling his soft, fuzzball head and repeating “Trumpet” over and over and over and over again, anywhere from 10-110 times. Each night, as we prop open his First Words book, his pink, pudgy index finger skims the “Musical Instruments” page until it lands and fixates on the image of the trumpet, a la Rainman. My “buh buh de BAH” (read: my musical interpretation of the sound a trumpet makes) must be outstanding to his little ears. The poor child. So misguided.
Anyway. Now that Two Brunettes Design Co. is launched, we’ve got projects rolling in, emails to answer and inquiries popping up left and right. And. It. Feels. Fantastic. Creative writing and designing, plus ample Trumpet Pointing Time? H. to the Eaven.
I have to admit I will miss that I-don’t-know-what-day-of-the-week-it-is feeling, though. It’ll be back. I’m ready for the roller coaster (ups, downs and blah in-betweens) that is freelance writing. Bring it.
Oh. And in the meantime, I SWEAR I’ll keep my Dear Diary, Can You Believe This Shit Happened To Me Today?s coming.