A friend and former coworker of mine came by in the midst of my normally chaotic day to interview me for a story on Tattooed Hippie Pirate Mommas for The Dallas Observer. The kids made mudpies and then poured them all over each other so of course Stella needed to use that as an excuse to get naked. I'm not sure he'll be able to hear my voice over dogs barking at squirrels and kids shrieking. Good thing he took notes.
The new nanny needs a salaried job so I'm trying to find her something locally while simultaneously conducting interviews with potential nannies without any certainty of next week, next month or next year.
On top of that, it suddenly feels like there are 500 women who are all looking at me as a sort of role model or mentor or something, which scares the hell out of me since I dislike the spotlight and like disappointing people even less.
Tomorrow there will be cuddling with my babies and playing in forts and swinging high into the sky on the swingset. Nothing better than sweet kiddo squishies.