Typing with Two Hands for Five Minutes Equals One Special Treat

This Tuesday morning, a steady drizzle has lately become heavier and the sky is getting darker. Against the sky, the trees seem a particularly bright shade of green. That was lightning. And that was thunder. Ha! The cat is scared. Ha, cat.

I didn’t come here to talk about the weather. That was an exercise to see if I could still type with two hands. With one hand, it takes a very long time to get the words out and usually I give up before I get to my point. That’s one reason there haven’t been very many posts here in the last month.


Yes, Fresco is one month old. He has already grown out of a couple of sleepers.

Oh yes and I named him Fresco. Blame the hormones.

That means that this is the last week of full-time dual parenting. Next week, when SA goes back to work, Grandparents Eastern are coming for a visit and when they’re gone, I’ll be going to five blades.

That’s been the theme of the past month. Every time we think we’ve taken all we can take, one of us says, “FIVE BLADES” and then we laugh and then we cry and then we drink and then we sleep the sleep of the damned; a tantalizing 90 minutes at a time. Reason two that there haven’t been very many posts. I have started many and woken to find my face glued by drool to the laptop keyboard, the computer making its error beep (Trombone calls it a “frog noise”) and my witty content destroyed by a page of llllllllnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

The other day I saw a neighbourhood woman who has the same stroller as us – but in apple green – and a toddler a wee bit older than Trombone. The last time I saw her she was still pregnant but the other day she had her newborn nestled in the newborn slot and her toddler perched up top in the toddler slot and she also had her dog, a yellow hound-type. We had been feeling pretty proud of ourselves for making out of the house before 10 am with both kids, our snacks and sanity relatively intact and then I saw her; by herself with the two kids AND with a dog. “Dammit,” I said, “She’s gone to five blades!”

Time’s up.

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