If she ends up the single mom of three before she’s 20, stripping to pay the bills that welfare won’t cover.
Why? Because for this entire morning, Dora and The Rugrats and Cinderella babysat her while I dosed, did dishes, threw dinner in the slowcooker and did some client work.
I fail motherhood. A big, red D-.
We did make it outside for a 15 minute walk. So I could take out the garbage and buy smokes. Yes, my priorities are excellently arranged, thank you.
Now, she’s protesting from the crib while I ponder if I should take care of my storage locker when she finally naps, or watch more Grey’s Anatomy while doing more client work. Deadlines loom on the client stuff, not the storage so I suppose that will win out.
If she goes to sleep.
