My brain is mush. It’s worse than pregnancy brain, I think – it’s exhausted brain. I’ll think of something to write about, start writing it in my head, and then it’s completely lost by the time I get in front of my laptop (usually days later). I used to send myself emails with notes in them. Why don’t I do that now? Because mushbrain. So John has the baby right now, I have two hands free, and I’ve got nothing. Nothing interesting, nothing amusing, nothing more than an account of the day.
I also probably won’t have my hands free for much longer. John has the baby, yes, but he’s starting to cry (Jack, not John), and it sounds like it’ll turn into the hungry cry any minute now.
I might not have my hands free, but I’ll have a cuddly baby in my arms (when he’s not wailing, he’s SUPER cuddly), John made us a cozy fire in the wood stove, and he’s going to grill us salmon (once HIS hands are free).
This is our exciting Saturday night.