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This Could Not Be More Perfect #nofilters

I have an Instagram account, and somehow I lost the password. Which is endlessly frustrating to me. Because of stuff like this. THIS.

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Perfect. This is outside our bedroom window, but it is closer to our neighbor’s front door. And since our neighbors sometimes keep us up late with inane prepubescent screeching, I am in love with whomever let their dog squirt this little trifle onto a perfect pillow of landscaping right outside their door.

On a related note, I miss writing. I miss writing on this blog. I miss being able to formulate coherent thoughts. I miss my brain in general. I have lots to say, lots we’ve learned, and so much to document as the boys grow and develop. I am kicking myself for not finding the time to write it all down. I am already regretful that these moments are breezing by, and I’ll look back and wonder why I didn’t try harder to get it all down.

When I get the odd fifteen minutes or half hour when both boys might be asleep, I run to shower, or eat, or pump, or I sit and zone out like a zombie from just being overwhelmed. I don’t have long, leisurely moments of quiet where I might formulate words and write an actual story. It pains me.

But taking photos of dog shit? I have time for that.

Comments

  1. If you had been writing, you might have missed some smiles or something else equally as cute. They’re over 5 months old, you’ll never see them this young again.

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