Cramma-jammed. Uppadocked. And any other nonsensical word I can think of.
I keep coming here to write a post – or finish the multitude of posts I already started – but stare at a blank screen with a blank stare.
Bean is teething (yes – at 4 mths) and is extra clingy and needy and adorably lovable. I’m his everything right now without much of a break so it’s been taxing to say the least. I’m exhausted and anything I try to write comes out flammerblastered. See?
In my head are the most wonderful colours though. I wish you could see. Perhaps the universe is saying I should put down the computer and the ipod and pick up the brush again.
Perhaps I will. When I’m not feeling so whistledoddeled.