There’s a chewed piece of bubble gum stuck to my foot. I’m not lying. I just noticed it. Don’t ask because I have no idea.
I also have a tattoo on said foot. My only tattoo. It means earth. It hurt. My BFF has one too.
It’s fourth of July here. Remember Guam is “Where America’s Day begins”. It’s also 9:04 am
Jake is asleep on my bed next to me. He crawled here at 6:00am, then ran off and ate some cereal and toast with John – who is now seeing post-op patients at the hospital-and crawled back with me. The covers are crumpled everywhere as he’s lying sideways. Arms splayed outward and legs akimbo. His breathing is a little fast. From the fever I think. His breathing is clear. I checked.
There are boxes everywhere. It was last weekend’s decluttering attempt.
It’s the first time I’ve snuggled in bed and written in a long time. I love it.
I have headache from sleeping in. Time to get some coffee. I hope it hasn’t turned yet.
I wish everyone a happy and safe fourth of July. We’re taking the kids tonight to see the fireworks. First time ever! Never wanted to brave the traffic and long commute with tired babies in tow. Now we’re getting to an age where they can miss their bedtime and not dissolve into tears. I hope.