Be Brave and Be Kind

I blog more and more lately. I'm laying in bed next to my sleeping little boy, desperately trying to stay awake. If I nap, I'm dead. I have to sleep well tonight. I have to sleep early tonight. I have to wake up in the morning full of zest and energy. I have to make money at work, and, unlike so many other people's jobs, that does not simply require showing up. No, showing up is the easy part. Making conversation while tending to the needs of lots of tables of lots of people who have lots to say simultaneously can be a hit or miss financial venture. But I walk out everyday with cash, some days much more cash than other days, and I need that cash. There's a lot of fun happening this month, and I want to be a part of it. I really have been writing a lot, to absolutely no one, and it makes me feel a little crazy. Oh well, it's either this, or attempting to explain it to my 2 year old, who's response would most likely be something along the lines of "me go to school one day" or "me hungy". Ah, well.