writergrl @ 2009-03-03T16:15:00

I am writing this from my parents' house, where I have fled in an attempt to try to get some work done for the first time this week. Monday my sitter was snowed out: today, the other has the flu. Which would be fine, if I had a baby who sat quietly and entertained herself. But I don't think such beings even exist. Even if they do, mine is not one of them. Nope, she's more the turn-your-back-for-one-second-to-answer-a-crucial-email-and-she's-upside-down-on-top-of-the-coffeetable type. She is draw