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Tag Archives: before I had children I had sleep
Sleep: A Lament, With Emo Clown
Sleep. I miss you, sleep. I miss sleeping when I’m sleepy, waking when I’m rested, rolling over and having just a few more minutes turn into half an hour. I miss naps. I miss feeling like I might need a … Continue reading
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Ma’am, I’m Sorry. It’s A Bad Case of Harley Crotch.
Yesterday it finally happened: I became a real parent. I have seen it mentioned many times that one is not truly a parent until one has been vomited upon and been to the emergency room. I have disregarded this cliche … Continue reading
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The More Things Change
I found this old draft today, it’s from March. I don’t know why I didn’t publish it then. I could have written it today, in fact. We are in a phase right now where Fresco is clinging, teething, wanting UP, … Continue reading
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I Am Not A Jerk After All!
I had the strangest experience today. I was dealing with my almost-3-year-old, who is a bit of a pain lately, what with the constant questions and ornery behavior. He was begging me for cookies or milk or attention or something … Continue reading
In Conclusion
Someday I will probably come out of Fresco’s bedroom *not* squealing, “Oh my fucking god” and grinning like a madwoman, but it probably won’t be this week. There has never in the history of the world been a child more … Continue reading