What’s there to know?
I've got a one year old daughter, a six year old relationship, a tiny two bedroom, bad credit, unsteady employment, no dishwasher and an unhealthy relationship with my laundry room.
Somewhere between the dishes, the laundry, diapers, groceries, cooking, cleaning and childproofing I still have to try and find time to actually play with the kid, hang out with the man, enjoy a movie, get an education, wash my hair, and maybe have a sandwich.
But it’s 11:34 p.m. and I’m just getting my sandwich.
So you figure it out. I’m still trying to.