This week’s juggling act of writing and Margaret seemed Herculean. Most of the time I feel like I’ve struck the jackpot with a relatively easy baby and a career that’s flexible, but this week tried to make me a liar on both accounts. I’m quite certain Margaret is teething and in a growth spurt, making her what I call, Grumpasaurus Rex. That and I’ve finally come to face the honest fact that I cannot write whenever the whim may strike me, which has pretty much always been the case. As a creative person who really likes to dive into projects, admitting and actually letting go of that freedom is very tough.
We have pretty low-key plans this weekend. We’ll likely watch this, which is about the only Wes Anderson movie I haven’t seen. And my best friend offered to sit for Margaret on Saturday night, so Dan and I will be having our first grown-up date night since October! Here are the highlights from my week.
So these arrived this week. Oh dear. This is gonna get ugly. #elasticwaistband
Petals on morning dog walk.
Margaret is getting into the habit of giving riveting speeches in the middle of the night. The word of my week is orator.
ATL-based the Quiet Hounds celebrate its first anniversary with a live stream performance on February 24. I cannot wait. Find out more at quiethounds.com.