ROBIEWANKENOBIE

i sometimes wish that the leon were uglier. or meaner. or had bad breath. maybe he could have some sort of foot funk problem? 'cause, damn, yo! that boy is keeping me up at night. sure, there's some of that, but mostly it's talking talking talking. we just don't see much of each other during the week, and we happen to like each other very much....so...this does not, however, help with my sleeping. and i do so love the sleeping. i feel this most acutely on non-nap wednesdays. i start at six and end at 10:30 p.m. i keep bitching about that...i know. i chose to quit the fancy pants job that paid well, had normal hours, but made me cry...i know. i married mr. adorable...i know. and, yes, i chose to have mr. adorable's super adorable children. that being said, however, i still miss a juicy full night of sleep.

i'm also vexed about my thwarted plans for going back to school in the fall. my program? is completely full for the year. argh! so what will i do? try to do the coffee shop gig during the day? that would be the best plan, i think, but it does nothing to ease the financial creativity we have to employ over here. money begets money, though, so upping the freelance ante doesn't seem feasible without a magical mac fairy. oh, and an adobe fairy. if i clap hard enough, and believe, they'll exist? oh, and if the digital camera fairy swings by, that will be okay, too.

i'm not all doom gloom and worry. no siree. there is a lot to look forward to today. sure thing. 1) i get my golden hour of no responsibility (of which i am a fan); 2) we have a playdate; 3) there will be a puppet making workshop with our new art supplies; 4) i get another shot at the decreases on my sock, and 5) i heard a rumor that i will be getting a replacement coffee grinder of awesome delivered to me at the coffee shop (i do believe that a properly ground cup of coffee is muy helpful in mojo maintenance).

i'm going to focus on my fred rogers inspiration for the day. "you rarely have time for everything you want in this life, so you need to make choices. And hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are." thus sayeth, mr. rogers.

oh, and maybe this little bit of inspiration, too:


(don't doubt the dance, my brother. don't doubt the dance.)