It's been a while since I wrote on this, mostly because of the writers block but probably because I have been so busy. I'm writing this on the couch next to my five month old son and it's almost midnight. Those who have been parents before me know this all familiar sight of a child who won't sleep and demands all the attention from you who needs to sleep. I just came from a 13 hour work day and the little one has only sporadically slept during the day, much to his mother's chagrin. I have another long day tomorrow but I just can't sleep to the sounds of him crying the going quiet then starting up again. His mother has tried everything, little guy doesn't want to give up. I decided to take up the challenge. Walked him around the apartment, to the balcony and back to the living and he is quiet now. His eyes darting left and right, I decide that maybe an episode of the good wife would be nice. He quickly reminded me that I'm the only who enjoys it and
The crazy thoughts I have ,now manifested