DID YOU HEAR ABOUT BABY STUFF
Dear god, Baby E. has been sleeping through the night. I don’t know whether to credit the Keppra, or the change in seasons (getting much warmer here), or the fact that he’s getting older, or what. WHAT, goddamnit?
My body is so happy, it’s finding and expending all sorts of energy. Just yesterday I found myself skipping up the stairs at work. My brain is still trying to adjust to having regular and uninterrupted sleep, and with that adjustment comes the lingering paranoia that even writing about this subject will result in a night of many, many wakeups.
We are listing the house soon. Still have to clean. Our weather has been horrible — full of relentless rain, sleet, and winter storm warnings — except for one beautiful day, which we spent from blazing hot dawn to rainy dusk scraping, sanding, and painting windows. Baby E napped at strategic times and we traded him off the rest of the time.
HEY LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT LIFE (BITCH)
Started reading a book yesterday. The main character is an asshole. This is supposed to be fresh and interesting. I got righteously mad about it on Twitter and ranted about books with asshole protagonists. Woke up in a cold sweat at 1 AM (as usual) remembering that, hey, the main character in my book is a self-described asshole. Ha ha ha ha ha, whoops.
If I were younger, or more confident, or just a little bit cuter/pixie/dream girl, I could toss my cute bob and say I am full of contradictions! That’s what it means to be alive! But unfortunately the truth is a lot simpler: I, too, am an asshole.
Of course, that was my whole complaint in the first place. I really don’t need to read another asshole’s perspective, because I’m in the driver’s seat on that one. And I suppose I could argue that my asshole character is not only a Fake Asshole Guy, but he is in space, and space makes everything superior. So, problem of hypocrisy solved! The end.