“You just ruined everything.” I actually just said that. To the dog. Over dramatic? Yep. But Jesus Christ. I just wanted a minute. Just one fucking minute of peace, to write. I had finally finished my “chores”. While the baby napped, I needed to do some laundry, dishes, and vacuum. And then…I was done! Hooray! Me time. And then the dog had to fucking bark.
So, here I sit. Reaching over my nursing baby to reach the keyboard, my boobies buying me a couple of extra minutes of quiet. It won’t last. Little man is already eyeing the computer, looking for an opportunity to grab it. My cute, curious little angel.
I truly love my time with him. Chasing him around, keeping him safe from the dangers he is blissfully unaware of (“Careful honey. Hanging off of the stairway railing is not a good idea”). The cuddles, the kisses. Watching him tentatively take his first steps. Amazing. Priceless.
But I just wanted one fucking minute.
Oh well. There’s always a next nap.