my woes for the day

This new babysitter is soooo fired. I came home after work, to Bella closed-door in my room, making Barbie boats out of my manuscript. I made that sound only dogs can hear.

On the upside, digging all the shoes out from under my bed to make a fort, led to the discovery of three books I was missing. There really ought to be a special section for mother writers at the bookstore. Screw women’s fiction. And no darling, it’s not the same thing.