Screw You, 2:30am.
One of the side effects of the sleeping pill I take is insomnia. Insomnia. From a sleep aid. Alanis Morissette should have written a verse about that. (It’s like insom-nee-aaaaah from your temazepaaaaam… Has a certain ring to it, no?)
Are Birth Moms Considered Moms?
This is an interesting opinion piece by Meika Rouda, who writes great articles for The Next Family. In this particular article, she considers the following quote found on a birthmother support website: “When I am talking to another birth mom, I’m not a birth mom, I’m a mom. We don’t have to put a title on it. I can say ‘Oh my son did this or my daughter did this‘ and I can just be a mom....
I don't own my child's body →
(CNN) — My daughter occasionally goes on a hugging and kissing strike. She’s 4. Her parents could get a hug or a kiss, but many people who know her cannot, at least right now. And I won’t make her. “I would like you to hug Grandma, but I won’t make you do it,” I told her recently. “I don’t have to?” she asked, cuddling up to me at bedtime, confirming the facts to be sure. No, she doesn’t have...
What is Plurk...
… and why am I getting a crap tonne of visitors from there? Just curious. All of the referring links are “private”, so I can’t see how I’m connected. Anyone in the know want to tell me where you’re coming from? Anon is on, so you don’t have to be a Tumblr-er to tell me. Thanks!
Mama, I not BABYSITTING Lilac. She is a DOLLY. And I CARRYING her, not sitting...– She has a point.
Will Is My Hero
Rescuing damsels in distress from thousands of miles away.
I'm Pretty Sure the Person He's Quoting is Single...
Me (fanning myself): Holy hell! I've never been this hot in my life.
Husband: You're always that hot. *eyebrow wiggle*
Me (in my best southern belle voice): Why, thank you, kind sir.
Husband: Except first thing in the morning.
Husband: You know, puffy face, bedhead...
Me: The love and affection I'm feeling right now cannot be described.
Husband: What? That IS love. "You like because; you love despite." Isn't that the saying?
I was so proud of Dictator for attempting to make her bed this morning - covers pulled up, animals “arranged” just so… Until the Husband confessed that he’d made her bed. It just looks like a 3-year-old did it.
It’s pouring, but the rain is coming down in such a way that our front porch is completely dry, so today will be about enjoying my coffee alone on the porch, watching the rain and enjoying the break in the heat we’ve had for the last few days. Today is the first day in months that feels like it might just be a good day.
Yes, Kid. It's Called Child Rearing-Related Male...
Dictator was fascinated by an old photo album that I pulled out tonight. She’s seen pictures of me and the Husband as children, but this was an album from high school that I don’t think she’s seen before. She had no trouble identifying us in the pictures, though: “Look! It’s Daddy! …But he have hair!”
WHO is making ALL THAT NOISE??– Dictator, while listening to someone else’s, ahem, “bathroom noises” at the mall. Kids should come with a mute button.