It’s so late.
Well, for me it is.
Just as I type this very word the clock has hit midnight.
The second day of September now.
The night before the first day of school.
And I did not get much rest last night, but sleep is eluding me.
And I got to thinking–this blog is all about “le land of mom” and all of the pregnancy/family/parenting things that I encounter on the daily. But for 25 years before I gave birth to my little girl I was a person. A real, actual human being of my own.
And I did things for myself.
And as moms, we feel guilty about doing things for ourselves, because when we take time to pick up a book or a bottle of nail polish we think about how we could be tidying the toys or making homemade baby food or folding tiny onesies.
So I’ve decided, at this moment, to embrace the late.
Because I know I’ll catch up on my zzzs and because I don’t often get time where I’m by myself with good music playing and a heavy book in my hands and nothing else to do.

Say that you remember,
The time when you had time.
And yes, it’s now September
And yes, I’ve already danced this month.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.