Awakening, Preparing

I just woke up from a 45 minute nap. I had a whole plan of things I wanted to complete this morning and none of them got done because I became a slave to my bed. Oh bed, how I love you. I love you too much, you are like a dirty lover I hide from my friends and family. I am attached to you and the way you give, just enough, when I lay with you. You summon me, I think of you in the most inapproporiate moments. I long for you, I want you all to myself, I hog you.

So now, I'm wishing I was still in bed, dreaming. I blew my morning so I better not do the same to the afternoon. The Sea Monkey is in day care and I planned to come home and do a workout and some laundry. Neither have been touched and now I feel a bit more rested but guilty. Ah bed, you are just like an affair - we know its wrong, we try to stay strong, but we give in and the other things in our live suffer.

Lunch with a friend shortly. I've just cleaned myself up and am kind of stunned. It only took me about 20 minutes to get ready, shower and all. I forgot how quickly I could do things before the baby.

Sea Monkey had a better day at a day care yesterday, but all I heard was him crying as I walked out the door today. Its amazing to know he loves me so, but gut wrenching to hear it expressed in that way. I'm sure he'll get used to it soon, he's a very adaptable and independent little boy. I have full faith.

I am going to be using my next week of free time to prepare for the nanowrimo challenge. I completeled it in 2007 but was baby busy in 2009. I will be back on track this year. My brain is a wash with ideas about what I should write about. I debated writing about the mod scene in Winnipeg in the early 2000's, when I first got invovled, but think an idea like that needs more research and planning than I am ready to give at this point. My current plan of action is to write the hipsters guide to childbirth and rearing. That's where I stand - a sort of personal tale of my struggle as a 'hipster' mom. Sounds weak to me, but my idea train has been derailed. I always did better with social commentary pieces than straight fiction, I've found. I need to base things on reality or I'm in for trouble. I believe I can do it this year, I have a strong urge to show that I can still do these things, even with newborn babe in tow. Event starts in 11 days.. I better be ready.