Merry Christmas from the family
Please someone tell me that your kid is sometimes an ungrateful brat unfortunately honest during present opening. At this rate she will never have a future as a professional poker player, because she immediately says whatever she is thinking about the present at hand. We talked about how it would be better to find *one* thing she likes about a gift and to say that, rather than to say all the reasons it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. At our house Santa brings one big gift. Santa has always brought one big gift. Mom and Santa work together on the stocking. But this year suddenly Santa didn’t bring enough.
#TBT – This is why we can’t have mediocre things
Our first Christmas living off campus, Steven, Anelle, and I bought a Christmas tree. Like real adults. And we probably drank hot chocolate spiked with rum while we decorated it. Like real adults. Maybe it snowed. It was super Norman Rockwellian. Our only ornaments were whatever was on clearance at Lowe’s and things we made, but it was our tree and we were proud of it.
Semi-lucid thoughts of a sleep deprived mother.Â
I haven’t slept for more than three straight hours in eight months. I’m being held together through sheer force of will, caffeine, and napping in toilet stalls. Sometimes I forget what I’m doing – while I’m doing it. Why am I in the kitchen and why is the cat in the refrigerator? Did I say cat? I meant toothbrush. Sometimes I mix up words. I have a yoga mat in my office that is only used for corpse pose.
I’m mostly doing a decent job of being a person who is, you know… awake. But there are some things that I am just not capable of dealing with right now.
Equal and opposite reactions
I knew this would be an eventful weekend, but in a well-planned, 100% awesome sort of way.  And then the universe must have read my #TBT post and decided what I really needed was more ill-advised adventure.
Happy birthday, Nora!
I’ve spent a considerable amount of time thinking about all the ways I was disappointed in both of my experiences giving birth. I had been forming a post about it, yet again. Then I woke up and realized today is my best friend’s daughter’s fourth birthday, and reflected on that instead.
Solstice
The summer child is running, the summer child is running again.
The summer child is running, the summer child is running again
When you hear the feet and the sound of laughter,
Better step aside for the mayhem after
Here she comes, yeah the summer child is running again.
– Dar Williams