Mama needs a diet Coke

I was going to write some witty post about how the bed never gets made these days or dinners just aren’t the same.
Well, that post has been sitting as the draft for about a week now.
Then it occurred to me.
Sarah, ya dum dum, if you don’t have time to even make the bed why do you think you have time to craft a witty, flowing and poignant blog post?
So here is my life lately in a series of bullet pointed updates and vignettes.
Like a moth to flame, I have returned to reporting freelance for the local paper… At the start of November.
I have penned interview notes with the mayor with one hand while giving the baby a bottle with the other… While keeping one ear  on NPR. That crazy story is here.
I have written pieces of this post while stopped in traffic, waiting in line and feeding my little boy in the back seat of my car.
Without my smartphone NOTHING WOULD GET DONE.
Sawyer has introduced himself to the mayor pro temp and tossed a few choice “words” his way.
I seriously have the sweetest baby in the whole wide world. Without his perfect little temper, none of what I accomplish could be possible.