I'm a horrible person. I actually sat down to photoshop weeks ago to attempt to make something for a friend... you know, something useful, and all that came out were ponies.
I illustrate here what life has been like, and why I haven't been able to do anything useful. It also illustrates how pregnant and tired I am. Again. What was I thinking?
These pieces are easy to slap together piecemeal, and don't require any actual drawing, so it's easy to whip one up over the course of several baby naps (when I'm able to do useful things). Of course, all my other duties suffer when I waste time in photoshop. Sigh.
I feel guilty for doing things for myself. Is this what motherhood is like?