And just like that, as of about halfway through the day on the Fourth, I’ve snapped out of it. Still a little bored, still a little listless, but the depression has lifted. Weird, but I’ll take it.
Category: Liam
The Fourth of July
Right now, Jack is sleeping soundly in his room. Liam is hiccuping and flailing in my mother’s arms, as she rocks him in the glider in the corner. The cat is hovering over my keyboard, desperate to sit on my hands and obstruct my half hour of internet productivity. The dog is in his spot…
Joy Comes in the Morning
There is a Bible verse I used to love back in the days when I was an evangelical, and though my ardor for daily Bible reading (i.e. self-flagellation and guilt over my not reading or memorizing enough of the Bible to please The Lord who was carefully watching my every move), I still like this…
Bundle of Blues
We have a lovely apartment, and I’ll be happy to get the hell out of it for more than 20 minutes. Which will happen at some point in the future. I know it will. But since I’m force feeding my little bundle of joy every two hours in the day (to allow for longer night…
Moot Court and Potties and Journals, Oh My
I can officially make the following comments: The newborn stuff is SOOOO much easier the second time around. I have almost no anxiety this time, I am managing his feeding better, and I am forcing that baby to sleep two four-hour sessions at night (by feeding him very frequently in the day). I also said…