I took it. Not so hard. What is hard is walking right now, since I channeled my inner Grace Kelly (NOT) and did a dive into the asphalt of a particularly gritty and scrapey and HARD street in our little cute holiday-decorated downtown. The specific circumstances are uninteresting (although they involve a screaming baby,…
Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated
On Various Items Occupying Brain Space this Thursday
Monday, I drop my baby off at a stranger’s house at 7:30 am and don’t pick him back up again until 5:30 pm and holy hell, how on earth do women do this when their kids are 6 weeks old??? She is a nice stranger, and watches my coworker’s kid, and she is super loving and…
Let's Hope Friday Night I Sleep
Have I mentioned I’m taking the LSAT on Saturday? And that I haven’t studied? *This is not out of blind faith in my ability to ace standardized tests, though I do tend to do well on them, and that cockiness/confidence will help me. It is due to Life Being What It Is, what with…
Erasmus B. Draggen
Last night: Drive long way home, past new babysitter. Get home half hour later. Wrinkle nose at now-even-bloody-longer commute time. Walk in. Take bowl of hot soup from husband and eat. Take baby from husband. Husband off to work. Bye husband. Drag Christmas junk out of shed. Decorate house. Decorate tree. Perform requisite…
Labor Story Continued
Continued from here: We got to the hospital and I had my first really bad contraction. We were standing outside the entrance to the Children’s Hospital, and I had to grab dad for a minute and breathe into his neck. Animal sounds escaped me. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but only for a few…