something

Some of the weeks are going by slowly and others are going by so fast. Molly is growing like a weed. Every day its as if she has gained a new skill, learned how to make a new sound and has grown immensely.

Sometimes I let my insecurities take over and I become frustrated, impatient and downcast.

Some days I love my job so so much. Those days make the other days bearable.

Sometimes I just want to move to another state. Maybe North Carolina. Maybe back home, where I grew up.

sometimes....