O HAI YOU MAY REMEMBER MY BABY WHO DOES NOT SLEEP Once again, Baby E (or maybe I should transition to just plain E, or maybe Little E? He laughs when we say “little” these days) has not been sleeping well. We don’t know why. The neurologist can’t really say, though he did raise E’s … More So tired. Soooo tired.
I wanted to make a C-3PO joke about goldenrod and red herring red arm replacements and whatever, but my brain is smooshy this morning from too little sleep. Baby E. is still getting up at least once a night. None of our therapists can, in good conscience, suggest that we let him cry for a … More The Man with the Golden Arm (1955)
Longtime readers of this blog* may remember my penchant for crappy candy. (If not, here’s a handy link.) Recently I decided to challenge myself and cut the stuff out of my diet. Not desserts, and especially not homemade sweets, but all candy. Why? Because I can’t. Stop. Eating. It. I am tempted to insert a gif … More Candy, candy, candy. Eat a damn apple.
What did I do this month, as a living breathing being separate from my baby? If I put it all in bullet points, it will make me feel like I’ve accomplished things. I worked a lot, or as much as one can work when working part-time. I supported my husband during a job interview. I found … More Update on the Me
Realized two things last night while walking around with A.: 1) I was grotesquely full from a dinner of Meat, Vegetables, Milk, and Apple Pie. 2) It has been a long time since I’ve had a Coke. The Primary Dark Cola of our world and I have a funny relationship. Intellectually, I’m against it. The company exploits land and … More Save your rebellion for things that matter. Like cherry slices.