Drafts....

I felt I should actually update this blog.... you know, post something.... anything....

So I went and opened my dashboard and looked at my post list and do you know what I saw?

Yup.
DRAFTS.

Four drafts of half finished posts.... that I either ran out of patience, energy, or creativity for before I finished them. And in every one I realized, I wanted pictures for this. And again I found myself putting off publishing them.

Why? Because I am not an amazing photographer.... and all of the pictures I want to go along with the post (if I have any in the first place) are taken using my iPhone. And not the cute Instagram iPhone pictures either.... the lame-tastic, overly yellow, wonky ones. And I'm embarrassed.

So. I'm not posting my crafty tutorial- again.... and I'm not publishing my drafts- yet.... but I am posting a totally sweet -albeit poorly captured photo of my boy in his bed the other night.

 I couldn't resist. I found him curled up side-ways on his bed next to the kitten and with a laundry tote by his side. 

My attempt at urban photography using Old Camera

 Do you see what that is? He made a sweet little "room" and bed for his Baby in the laundry tote. I am in love!

In. Love. People.

Intro

Hi! Ok this is the first time I've really done these... I have set up a few... but I never remember the link or passwords... so i can never go back and update them! LOL

I mostly joined so that I could leave comments for my friend Laura and at least have something interesting for her to read, even though I'll have probably already told her about it over the phone first anyway!

So... single with kids. Kinda complicates things a bit, huh? I was thinking the other day how different my life is from those of my married friends. How often do we just want someone to fix the dinner, or do the laundry. How great would it be if we had someone else to deal with 'clean-room duty' and what about trying to find a sitter so you have more than 10 minutes of adult conversation without ear-splitting screams of elementary school girls in the next room? Heck, forget a sitter, single parents can hardly affordto buy gas anymore, let alone a regularly scheduled night out.

I just have four words in regards to this: "THANK HEAVENS FOR NANA'S!"