Still not productive, I guess.

I still haven't figured out what the fuck I'm doing with this space.  My son is on the verge of walking, and intermittently alters his general sleep schedule, most recently last week.  My husband is busy doing all the things he needs to do to get himself a solid teaching position somewhere we can stand to live (I hope).  I'm failing to keep up on dishes, laundry, or vacuuming, and I'm currently worrying that my son will find a currently-lost push pin somewhere in this office-playroom, which he will inevitably eat.

Barely reading.  Did get a Kindle.  Reading sporadically on that.  Learning how to wear my son out for optimal sleep.  Getting sick of cooking.  Getting sick of dishes.  Getting sick of feeling utterly tapped out on the decision fuel.  Also getting sick of bug bites.  It's late October, mosquitoes.  Take a hint, already.