I'm beginning to develop something I like to refer to as young mother syndrome. Yes, that's what it is. It's when one begins to reach the brink of insanity as they begin to realize that their life is no longer their own, rather, it belongs to their children.

When I get home from work I prepare everything for dinner, set the table, etc. Then after dinner I do the dishes and clean up. When everything's all squared away I whip out the board games and proceed to entertain my little cousins up until it's time for us to get ready for bed. And finally, after our hygienic routine of teeth brushing, I proceed to tuck my little cousin into bed. I read her a bed time story then stay by her side until she falls happily asleep. Then, when I am abruptly awoken by her sleep induced kung fu, I wander back into my own room where I can spend the next few hours recovering before I have to rinse and repeat.

Yep. It's true. I've officially become a mother.

Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about this. I do love my little cousins and I enjoy spending time with them. Helping around the house doesn't bother me either since I'm already used to it. Yet whenever I think about the situation as a whole I can't help but feel a bit of anxiety set in. Ah the joys of (non) motherhood.

In any instance the whole point of this was to say that all this surreal parenting is beginning to make me feel restless. Thus, I must remedy this situation by doing what everyone else does: search for a new hobby. Hurrah for self-gratification therapy!

P.S. New layout for a new perspective if you haven't noticed already. No music on this layout but you can still access the player with the bottom links. In case you wanna know what my current music mood is. =]!!