love letters

(love for you)

dear sleep,

thanks to work deadlines, a teething toddler who prefers to snuggle with a parental human rather than her crib mattress, my inability to crawl into bed when i should, and a three year old who wakes up in the freaking FIVES (yes, my friends, as in the 5 AM range), i can never get enough of you. is a week of a full night of sleep too much to ask? apparently.

xo,

sleepless in oakland

dear blog,

i think i should rename you: the story of my well intentioned life, because well, my intentions and reality are always about 10 miles apart from each other. (do you need evidence aside from my slow down in posting a photo a day? please check out: my children's messy room, the pile of junk on top of my dresser, the folded clothes i have yet to put away, the website i have been meaning to do for at least 4 years, and my perpetually disastrous car interior...happy to provide more examples if you need them)

xo,

the more things change, the more they stay the same

dear studio,

you are so pretty. now i just need to figure out when i am going to find the extra hours in the day to actually use you.

xo,
all-freelance-and-no-fine-art-makes-me-a-little-crazypants

dearest daughter #1,
three and a half (or more accurately three quarters) years old is killing me. can't.handle.the.roller.coaster: one minute insane meltdown, the next adorable snuggly sweetness.
xo,
your mother who loves you no matter what mood you are in, but for the love...a mellow day or two wouldn't hurt

dearest daughter #2,
sweet girl, don't worry, i get it: you are strong willed, feisty, and independent. no need to prove it every single day. also, see my sleep letter; someday you will long to sleep in - it would be just fine with me if you experimented with sleeping a teensy bit longer now and then. or every day.
xo,
tired mama

dear bay area drivers,
you drive me crazy.
especially on 880.
xo,
someday i will not talk out loud to other drivers as i drive

dear tv executives,
new girl- hilarious. at first, not so much. now, yes.
parenthood- makes me cry every week & is such a beautiful little show (please don't get cancelled)
modern family- yup, still funny.
did i mention how amazing parenthood is? really a gem.
once upon a time-sort of ridiculous, but i love it.
xo,
way too many freelance deadlines=a lot of late night tv viewing

dear taxes,
i know, i know, i need to get my crap together. i just really really hate doing our taxes. (and by "doing" i mean collating all of our records for someone else to do the actual taxes.) money, schmoney.
xo,
let's just barter and trade glitter and unicorns

dear house,
where do i start? i'm sorry i neglect you dishes, laundry, and basically all surfaces. oh closets, i'm really sorry- you really take the hit the most. (although let me tell you that since my younger days my closets have improved by about 678 billion %)
xo,
someday my home will look like it came off of a pinterest organization inspiration board or out of real simple, but i'll be 89

dear readers,
i'm so tired tonight - maybe you can tell since this post ended up not being that funny. oh well.
happy mid-week!
xo,
me

(ps any letters you need to write? feel free to up the comedy level of this post in the comments section)