Writing VS Babies

Sometimes, parenting feels like this:

Sometimes, it's more like this:

Aaaaand sometimes it's a lot like this:

Whichever kind of day it is, it's always exhausting. And always, probably, slightly amusing if viewed from the outside, and not the centre of the never-ending tornado of demands for attention and time and creativity and negotiation and love and nurturing and every ounce of patience I own.

A  bit like writing. My other baby. My quiet baby.

Still. They all keep me up at night.

Posted on January 29, 2013 and filed under Life, Random, Writing.