I wake up, way too early, probably because a baby is crying, a baby who is now a toddler but still, he smells like a baby, so he’s a baby. I often lay there and reflect on what day it is and what the plan is for the day and also how tired I am.

Throw my hair into a ponytail, brush my teeth, take my pills (because I’m 80), put my contacts in.

After that, for the next hour or so, it’s a big blur. All I know is that I have lots of work to catch up on, a house to clean, a child to take care of and big kids to get to school.

Eli and I usually have breakfast together. After that, he’s happy and I try to get some work done. Send out emails, usually. My mind is at it’s best in the morning, so it’s important I take advantage of that time. Especially since the rest of the day my mind is a giant bowl of mush.

Usually, he hangs out and just wants me, sometimes he plays for a bit. Eventually, I put him down for a nap, which means I have an hour to edit photos, create client galleries, write blog posts, clean the kitchen, clean the bathrooms, organize the house, pretend like someday I’ll wash the windows, make the bed, think about laundry…

but what actually happens is this:
I lay Eli down. Come downstairs, tidy up the kitchen, eat a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup, refill my coffee, sit down at my computer, open up Lightroom to edit photos, it moves so slow that I move to the internet where I get distracted by FACEBOOKTWITTERPINTERESTCNNTHEWEATHERCHANNELOTHERBLOGSANDFLICKR.

Then Eli wakes up and I get frustrated by the internet and social media, I shake my fist at them and pretend I’ll never return but then I get distracted by someone’s wall post on Facebook and forget that I made that vow.

This happens basically every day.