No wonder I can’t sleep. Full moon residual from yesterday. I am so proud of Emerald. She is so big. She can almost go up and down the stairs at my mom’s by herself, and has only been walking for a couple weeks. She is such a smart and wonderful person. I am so lucky to share this time with her. I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. She is everything I could ever ask for in a daughter, or a person. She’s gorgeous, intelligent, sweet, funny and wonderful. I am filled with such love and light just being in her presence. I hope I can be healthy and hearty enough to enjoy her children, many years from now. I pray that she loves herself as much as I love her—so that she can be treated as she deserves—like royalty, but without the pompous self righteousness.
Men suck. Husband is alright, but kind of dirty—in the good way AND in the bad way. He likes to throw things on the ground and leave socks inside out, and of course let the trash and sink overflow before lifting a finger. I know he’s busy, but who isn’t? I need some cash flow. I need ideas and money making breakthroughs. I think the tattoo pants would be a hit, but how to market? Produce them? Sell them to Guess? Whatever. I’m a genius trapped in an artist-mom body.
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