I think we should see less of each other.
It’s not you, it’s me. I just can’t (read: won’t) help myself. When I see your sleek, picture-filled newsfeed, full of funny stories, though-provoking epithets, and snippets of my friends’ lives. All I have to do is scroll down.
I can lose myself in you for an hour (or more). And sometimes that hour is during the magical and precious time when Baby is sleeping deeply.
Being with you is so easy. Too easy. It’s time to set some boundaries. Time limits. A reward system. Something.
I need to hold myself accountable for how I spend my time.
If you need me, I’ll be writing. With Scrivener.