Friends, I'm starting to wonder whether I'll be able to keep up this blog much longer.
(*Sigh.*)
It's not that I lack for material. I've got quite a bit back-logged to share with you, including posts about my playwriting class, working with prisoners at the Washington Correction Center for Women, a new play I'm slowly writing, planning for the boys' birthdays coming up, enough Overheard conversations to make you dizzy, projects galore from homemade play-swords to crocheted hats to apple tarts, and certainly plenty of parenting rants. Trouble is, it's all still in my head. I'm chin-deep in experience, with nary a moment for reflecting about it.
It's a mixed blessing.
While I consider -- given the current circumstances -- how the heck I can manage to continue blogging on What She Means, please accept these photos of my children sleeping. Though they look placid, do not be deceived: a mighty struggle has just concluded moments before each frame was snapped. Oscar and Rafael do not like to sleep on purpose during the day; they prefer to keep their eyes alert until sleep overtakes them with the force of an invading army. They do not go quietly.
I've got to admit: I kind of love that about them.
