I must apologize.
These past couple of days I haven't been much in the creative zone.
Something is keeping me from letting my ideas run wild.
I got this little monster who wakes up every 3 hours of the night
because she wants some milk.
Then because of the little monster,
the mister wakes up and then wants some loving too.
He forgets he's potty trained and gets territorial inside my room.
Gaga just discovered how to climb out of
the hamper I'm keeping her in.
Calling her a monster is not nearly as close to what she really is.
Then people wonder why I don't want any kids.