It's my day off today. Which is great since there's nothing that wears a girl out more than a day of swimming, smoothies, crafting, and dress up. Not to mention the kind of planning and pressure that goes into a Spy Kids marathon. Prob spend the day working on illustrations for a children's book I'm publishing - meaning I'll do almost nothing but paint and watch movies (not the most unfamiliar way to spend my time). Maybe I'll hit up the pool later. Or pop in at the 'office' to get my fill of  Spy Kids and Lucky Charms. Decisions, decisions...

Anywho, here's a sneek peek of the book:

(I write the story. Mom draws the pictures, and I get to color them. Score!)

Pretty Pretty Princess :)

Spent the better part of my day playing 'Cindy & Ella' - Bella's version of duel Cinderellas and my version of getting a five year old to help me clean. Most of our work is done in matching polka-dotted aprons with a rag in the front pocket. When we run out of (my) chores around the house, we find costumes (left by an invisible, but generous, Fairy Godmother) and go to the ball where we dance, exclusively, to Selena Gomez songs. 

Nine Hours and six kids into my day of nannying, I get off just in time to take a trip to Walmart and make the terrible decision to run in 90 degree heat. Come home, take a luxuriously cold shower, and cut myself in a pretty painful/awkward spot (hint: it rhymes with 'magina'). Stung a little. Freaked out a lot. Hey, told you Cinderella was the better part of my day. 

As for this evening? Harry Frick'n Potter!!!!!!! (in costume). duh. 

Can't Sleep

-which makes total sense since it's 2:42 in the morning. The cruelest thing about insomnia is that your two biggest battles (and most passively suicidal thoughts) come when your trying to 1) go to sleep and 2) wake up. I mean there are mornings where I'd rather sell my soul than roll out of bed to brush my teeth and put on makeup. Yet here I am, night after night, forced to waste precious sleep time being a baffling combination of bored and restless. So what have I been up to tonight? Reading, painting, snacking, thinking, trying on dresses I haven't worn in a while, snacking again, reading pages from an old journal, thinking again (about what to snack on next), wanting to write a to-do list but having nothing super pressing to do.... tis the life of an insanely underworked individual. 

A poem for my mom- a lover of birds and koi

You dream of an open sky, though I see lively waters.

A still pond that's been turned alive by royalty's scaled daughters. 

Golden freckles lay upon an orange both ripe and true. 

With slender whiskers and flowing fins, I'd dance the pond for you. 

So when your frantic, feathered wings have tired from the day

Settle on a branch nearby, and soak up an aqua ballet.