“We see in order to move; we move in order to see.”
The baby won't sleep and I can barely remember my name. I have 6 months of snooze deficit piling up. 33 isn't the same as 23; all-nighters seem to blur the center rather than the edges. I think I'm losing myself, although the baby snuggles more than make up for the missing bits. To the creators of oversized sunglasses and dry shampoo: thank you for making me feel marginally human. Without you, I'd never leave the house.
Little girl will sleep in the stroller, so walking is what I'll do. I'm armed with coffee, my camera, and a prism. I'm ready to force the nap issue, and hopefully regain a piece of myself in the process.