It has been a while since I wrote in this notebook. A little over 9 moths actually. I guess I will have to catch up whoever reads this in the future, don’t I? Only a few days after the last entry I started feeling sick in the mornings.
You guessed it, I was pregnant with a a little boy, Damien. I struggled with telling James at first, he was surprisingly happy with the task of raising a kid in the seventh circle of hell.
Naomi conveniently has started to work as a nanny. Apocalyptic childcare: Yes please! I want Damien to be a good kid, so all help is welcome. He can’t really do anything besides drink and poop right now, but you get the idea! Matthew aged up a few days ago as well. He now works as a Code monkey at Rainy days entertainment.
You see That’s funny because it never rains here? I need to work on my jokes. James got a few guy’s from work to dig out a basement for us. We have a cards/don’t wake the llama table, a Dining table and my writing desk with notebook there.
I guess we’re all moving on up in this world in our own ways. I’m climbing the ranks in mob, James works himself to the bone at the office, Matthew is drowning himself in code and Naomi changes dipers all day. Exiting stuff! (that’s sarcastic, they say sarcasm doesn’t translate to paper but I tried!) I hear crying from upstairs. I have to go, Apocalypse mom to the rescue! -Mika