LIFE LIFE LIFE
Baby E is still smiling, so the bad days aren’t that bad. Mostly they’re bad when I don’t get enough sleep — when that happens, it slams home just how easy I can and will fall off the Precipice of Control. Sort of like those articles about how easy it is to tumble into poverty, which is something else I’ve been thinking about as the medical bills arrive.* With less sleep, I have more sobby moments at my work desk. I also get less tolerant of … everything? Although that’s not saying much — my intolerance of stuff usually involves walking away and sneering to myself at whatever while crying in a bathroom stall. SICK BURNS ALL AROUND.
Baby E. is eating baby food like a boss. We’re doing some purees ourselves, and we’re buying a lot of the Plum Organic squeezy bags, mostly because they look so delicious. Good job with the marketing, Plum Organics.
Grandparents are visiting. My dad is building a wall in the basement. I am helping, minimally, while my mom plays with Baby E. After we sheetrock and mud it, we’ll paint it white, both it and the dark wood paneling on the other walls.
Give me your TV recs, friends? I am in possession of a gift card, and I want to watch something new. What are you watching/liking? A. and I have a list, help us add to it.
PICK ME UP, HALLOWEEN EDITION
Here’s your dose of October awesome for today, an episode of the radio show Escape starring our man Vinnie, “Three Skeleton Key” (1950):
*Rarely has our mailbox been so stuffed. If you want to feel super popular**, just have an emergency c-section and a preemie. Ask me how!
**Granted, this myth will be dispelled as soon as you OPEN your stacks of mail. Let’s not dwell on that!