I’m not a go-go-go kind of person.

I cringe at the mere thought of go-go-go.

I’m more slow-slow-slow.

I like taking my time. I like sitting in silence. I like doing nothing. The best kind of days are the ones that stretch out ahead of me, not a thing to do or a place I have to be.

This means that I feel like I’m about to go bat shit crazy this weekend. There is no time. Except now. Late at night.  I think that’s sometimes something People sans children have a hard time understanding.

The time to get things done is when baby is sleeping. Forget that whole bullshit of, sleep when the baby sleeps. The only times I ever did that was when I was so utterly exhausted I physically felt like I couldn’t get my ass up to move. Which was like twice.

Now somehow it is past midnight. I still need to shower and I legit have to because my head itches and that is a sure fire sign that I should probably wash my hair.

I’m scrambling to get some work done. I’m trying to balance other commitments. And yet all I really want to do is dust the shit out of our house.

Yeah. I said, dust.

That happens when you realize it’s been a year since you dusted certain areas and bookshelves and holy hell — no, you are most certainly not imagining that you’re seeing layers of pollen. They’re really there.

And I should put a load of laundry on but that is just too much effort at quarter past midnight and shit, maybe I should just call it at this point. Right? Give in and go to bed.

But no, I will keep going.

Because that’s what Mothers — particularly good ones — do.

Though I’m not really sure how good of a one I am. I’m just trying to be a good human … hoping that translates over in to a Good Mother.