So today I was feeding Scarlet microwave macaroni and cheese while trying to simultaneously edit a task for work and it just sort of hit me that this is my life now. Scarlet giggled and spit out her noodles and smeared cheese in her hair until I cleaned her up and put her down for a nap. Trying to finish my work before the end of the day, I sat at the table and ate the rest of Scarlet's macaroni (with a little pepper sprinkled in, because I'm classy like that) and edited my document. So this is my life: smeared cheese and leftover baby lunches and naptime and work.
I have to admit, though--I really like this place in my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even for the higher-quality, non-microwaveable macaroni and cheese.
