Tired

I so wish I could work from my bed today. With the electric blanket on.

But there is a baby mama that needs me. Here I go, grumble, grumble.

If I were a full time rock star, I could sleep in! Actually, I'd probably have an interview on Good Morning America or The View or something, so I'd have been up hours ago getting made-up and blow-dried. Isn't that just the way? You think life is going to get easier and it just gets harder, busier. I should be happy for the chance to sleep until 8.

That's what I'll tell myself today anyway. Plus, I'll probably get to take a little snooze along with snuggly George if I play my lullabies right.

Big Day Tomorrow

In the morning I've got to get up early and pull a double shift babysitting. I just picked up 4 more hours in the afternoon, even though I'm planning to drive to Boston to see a show. I just can't say No. If I can possibly squeeze it in, I feel like I should. For the money, but also because the parents seem like they really need it.

So I'll spend 4 hours with 2 year old Mikey and then drive straight to over to snuggle baby George for 4 hours, then try to psych myself up to drive the 2.5 hours straight to Boston. I'm going to see a group tour of musicians from Tennessee, one of whom I'd really love to record a song I wrote. I'm not sure if I'll have the courage to ask her, or to give her a demo.

I hope I don't have spit up on my shoulder. I'll have to remember to take a change of clothes.