What Fresh Hell is This?
I had planned a lovely birthday post for/about Lorelei today, but instead I got Mastitis.
Have you ever had Mastitis? If so,
Life
Criticism Screams Louder Than Anything Else
My particular brand of anxiety likes to zero on a fear of being misunderstood or saying things incorrectly with no way to amend. The OCD part of my brain will (un)happily explain, correct, and fix these mistakes repeatedly in my head while the more rational piece tries to let go. The inside of my skull is a big cartoon dust cloud with random arms and legs flying around as I fight with myself. It’s friends with the part of me that is terrified I’m not very good at things, and they both interact with the piece that sees complements as just climbing higher up the edge of a cliff.
A Bunch of Crap, Both Literal and Figurative
Hi. I’m new here.
That’s the only explanation I can find for why I had no baby wipes in my car; okay, that’s an exaggeration, I had two wipes and they were both dry. I went to get Rowan out of his seat and he was sitting in a pile of poop. All over his seat, his legs, and his clothes. Did I mention I was standing in the street outside of Lorelei’s school? Because yeah.
Mutter-Gruppen sind besser als ihr Ruf
So this happened.
Mutter-Gruppen sind besser als ihr Ruf
Yeah. That would be my “In Defense of the Mom Group” essay translated for Huffpost Germany.
Friends and babies
The past seven years have grown my tribe exponentially. I’ve met so many great people who have given birth to so many great kids. But first… first there was Qais. After years of living on opposite sides of the country and then the world, my friend Charlotte had moved back to the same town as me. And while other friends had had babies by that point, this was the first tiny tribesbaby who I could visit anytime I wanted.
Butthurt
ill-ad·vised
adjective
1. unwise or imprudent
It would be ill-advised to go skating in the middle of the night with a thousand adults drinking beer.
There are a surprising number of people in the greater Triangle area who want to pay $12 to go out well past turn-into-a-pumpkin time to attempt skating while wearing costumes, drinking beer, and listening to disco. Most of these people can’t skate. Major props to the older guy wearing a full psychedelic body suit, because quite a few people seemed to be confusing disco with the 80s, and one guy was dressed up as an Angler fish.
I mean, what could go wrong?
The place was packed. At least two people took their beers onto the floor itself, where they promptly fell, splashing beer all over the place.
Life is large
When I was 20 and Pete and Maura Kennedy were playing at a 21+ venue, they went out of their way to make sure we got to go to the show. Maura wrote to the venue that she would personally guarantee that we would not drink alcohol, signing her name to it in a show of trust that meant the world to me. Ever since then we have joked that they are my adoptive parents, having adopted us for that one night. She told me that if the venue hadn’t agreed to let us in that she and Pete were going to go play on the sidewalk.