Postpartum Barbie
My little Maverick is one month old. I can’t help but compare him to Z when she was an infant. And it isn’t fair to either of them. But briefly: THIS IS A WHOLE LOT EASIER. It’s harder in many ways. Juggling two little people instead of one. Trying to get Maverick to sleep when … Read more
Fortune Cookie, 3:40 a.m.
As many people in my online writing circles already know, I gave birth to Maverick (that’s his code name, not his real name) early Thursday morning. My water broke a little after midnight, and four hours later I had a new baby! (Like it’s that easy. And didn’t involve lots of shouting and disillusionment and … Read more
There are nights…
There are nights that sleep descends on me like a blanket coming down and I stay in sleep so easily, disturbed by not a sound. But then there are the nights with incidents my earplugs cannot mute potty breaks and whining, bed territory disputes. Driftin’, dreamin’, dozin’, snoozin’, snorin’, nappin’ Sleep never seems so crucial … Read more
Cat Poo is My Kryptonite
You’d think, having been a cat owner since I was eight years old, that I’d have been exposed to the toxoplasmosis whatsit at some point. Nope. No cleaning out the litter box. Cool. No lifting of heavy objects. As if I wanted to. No lying on back. Bummer. No alcohol. What?! No sushi. Eff! Must … Read more
This is what I get for being smug.
Yesterday I hit an all-time productivity high. I tripled my page/word goal, managed to do the dishes, and even ran three errands before picking Z up at school and taking her to the park. I was especially smug about the word count. Not wanting to brag to everyone in the whole world, I saved that … Read more
