Brainshambles

I’ve eaten yet another peanut butter sandwich (but this time, with grape jam! On an English muffin, rather than wheat!). Babies are sleeping (amazing how precious they are, the smiles crumble me). The house is cleaned, thanks to a gracious husband. The crazy curls that grow from my skull have been washed, burned, and tamed yet again. One more piece of (bad) red velvet cake shall pass through these lips, and I’m off to dreamland. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll shake the world a little bit. There are few things I enjoy more than comfortably enjoying silence after turbulently scrambling to check off items on a “to-do” list. Silence. Stillness. Two features I rarely possess, but can in truth say I appreciate when the time is right. Goodnight room, goodnight moon.