Parenthood

Aug 27, 2009
I am scrubbing a coffee mug, watching from my kitchen window as the world wakes up and the birds flit about.  My dog walks into my view and poops.  THIS IS MY LIFE, I sigh.  Then I hang my head out →MORE...

An aspect of motherhood that I stupidly, BLINDLY did not foresee was this: going anywhere requires divine intervention.  As it turns out, people have packed for and ascended Mt. Everest in less time than it takes me to assemble the diaper →MORE...

When she cries, my entire world stops spinning.  Her lip quivers and my heart breaks.  A tear rolls down her cheek and my arms ache with the need to pull her closer, closer, ever closer.  Her face turns red and my →MORE...

After spending three of four straight nights red and feverish and shaking from chills, I called the doctor on Tuesday morning and requested that he call in a prescription for antibiotics.  For one reason or another, I seemed unable to shake →MORE...

The most surprising aspect of new parenthood has, for me, come in the form of a complete brain explosion.  Having a newborn, it turns out, is an exercise in total mindfuckedness.  MINDFUCKEDNESS.  That belongs in a dictionary somewhere, don’t you think? →MORE...