Yay for Baby H! Today was hard. Counseling was hard. The six hours I spent crying after counseling were hard. Alex not wanting to go to sleep was hard. The thoughts in my head are hard. Being completely worn out in the middle of the night yet not able to sleep is hard. Getting a phone call from my brother Forbes telling me that Baby H (female) was here one.. Read More
Solidarity
I never talked to Alex about what made me so cranky last night. He screamed for a while to mirror my swift mood change and settled in to the hard business of snuggling my anger down to simmer by the 3am shift change. At time of said shift change and the sounds of doors opening and latching he woke up, requested some bottle and to be placed on his back.. Read More
Mother’s Day
Motherhood has not made me kinder and gentler. It makes me grumpy when it appears it opens the door to have inane conversations about “Do I have a good baby?” Well duh, I could have birthed the son of satan and I wouldn’t realize it. I’d wonder about the horn poking me under the chin when I snuggled with him, but I wouldn’t realize what was really up. So I.. Read More
Nominate me for the Nobel Peace Prize
Seriously. I have figured out some serious shit today. In reading the book The Sweet Potato Queens’ Field Guide to Men: Every Man I Love Is Either Married, Gay, or Dead the author talks about “Man Ears”. To quickly sum up – Man Ears is what all men have that make it so that everything we say somehow becomes an invitation for sex. Example: “Let’s watch a movie” becomes “I.. Read More
Fysfunctional Damilies
I always knew where I fit with my mom’s pack of family. To screw me up, all you had to do was throw me to a weekend at my dad’s during the teen years and I knew I was the octagonal peg and I had no clue what shape the hole was I was supposed to fit. Fast forward a decade or so and I learned that all four of.. Read More