Pipe dreams and booby hickies

I guess I'm going to bed at 8 now. I don't really want to. But even despite extreme exhaustion, calming bedtime rituals, hours of boob time, little Ellie refuses to sleep unless she has a parental unit within an arms reach. So we're chillin in bed, aka new office. Whatever.

So I started back to work, and though I was mildly freaked out at the concept, once I was there it felt GOOD. It felt like a novelty cruising around in my little car and being able to stop, run in and get something somewhere if I wanted to, you know, and not have to make it an hour long production. And fortunately I DID remember how to be a nurse, because there was a part of me that was wondering if those skills had left the building. There seems to be a good deal of muscle memory there. As far as Ellie, well I was lucky because Mike is taking off two days a week to stay home this month, and those are the two days that I'm working. Mondays and Fridays. Really, this is quite a good gig. Things will pick up more in September but that's then and it's not now.
I have a new fantasy though. Wouldn't it be dreamy to NOT go to work, but rather stay at home and be a full time blogger? Pipe dream I'm sure, but I am starting to slowly investigate this world of making money blogging. I know that people do it. I also know that I LOVE to blog. But this blog probably wouldn't make it. Not enough people know about little old me so there would have to be some tweaking. And so I'm more or less just writing this to help turn my own creative process into something more tangible. After all folks, why the hell not?
As a completely random side note...Ellie and I co-sleep. (Read: she sleeps right next to me.) This is all for the sake of getting a good nights sleep, which I surely do...now. Little Ellie wakes up, I throw her a boob and we're all happy. Trouble is sometimes she loses her latch and starts sucking on my skin while I'm sleeping. I guess this is why I woke up today and there were hickies all over my boobs. If I showered at the gym the ladies might think I was quite the little sexual deviant. And it'd be kind of fun if they weren't from her. But they are. Always from her.
And if anyone cares we are making the switch to cloth diapers today. So look out water bill, we're coming to getcha!