My hands and arms hurt and I rarely have the time to seriously pick apart my thoughts for writing. That’s having an infant.

I’ve scheduled a lot of medical appointments and I need to book more. We grown ups need a typhoid vaccination.

I have the basics of travel and lodging arranged for Mexico and Malaysia. I suspect that in Mexico we will do very little exploring. Everyone is looking forward to utter rest. Malaysia will be a major exploration experience. We are staying near the main city center park in Kuala Lumpur. I’ve looked up museums and stuff to do. The kids and I are going to wander a lot.

Hopefully I’ll add stuff to instagram.

I’m happy that EC is losing her braces soon. I now feel a bit more cheerful about the fact that I want to get rid of the vast majority of what we own in the next two months. Eeep. That’s work.

I feel like I want to try and schedule a couple of group things before we go. But there won’t be that much and I’m not going for a big party.

I don’t know… I feel like a candle lit dinner party would be fun. But I can’t imagine that working out with children.

I miss alone time in my house. I miss burning candles late into the night and just letting the world float past me. I miss being naked and feeling luscious.  I want to feel luxurious. Not utilitarian. But I’m a mama. Mamas are functional.

I want to be naked and alone in my clean house in the dark only illuminated by soft glow. Ah well.

I want sex. I had sex recently and it was lovely and all, but I want more.

I want to feel like I have time.

I want. It’s a nice feeling.

And here I sit. Under her sweetness. It’s not exactly what I want, but it’s not so bad.