As Goth As It Gets

Wow, a weird morning - I could not sleep at all last night and this morning I woke up feeling groggy, wanting so much to put at least some make-up on so that I will feel a bit more 'me' - but declined because Vlad cries out as soon as he heard me moved.

How could someone looked so divine in drool-covered pajamas?? Here I am looking like a piece of forgotten dish and here he is awake and shining like a prince... okay, I am his mother, I might be biased.

I should probably marked my ramblings as the progression and confession of a goth turned mother cause even when I finally had time later during the day, I ended up softening all my dark colors because I did not want to scare my son...

And it's so grey outside... but I could not feel grey anymore... my little sunshine just gave me a slap (literally... with one of his orange colored cubes...)