I tumblr-search clever instead of funny or lol in hopes of reblogging only the classiest sort of humor. the strategy has thus far been unsuccessful.
Helping raise me now are my boyfriend and our 2 year old daughter. this tumblr is an unfocused, disorganized, fickle portrait of a girl who speaks before she thinks, worries about things that haven’t happened yet, and hates doing dishes. Everyday I wonder about what it means to be a mom, a woman, an artist, a student, a christian, a mexican, an american… when really I should be doing my homework, remembering to brush my teeth, catching up on laundry, and making sure Adela doesn’t eat poison.
