Fwustwaiting Day
While the kids are jumping around on the sofa cushions, pretending they are bouncy mushrooms, I thought I’d post this…
(or I could pay the bills…naaah, I’ll post this…)
Catie (age 4) drew this for me yesterday.
Paul noticed that there was a step missing in this transaction and added this…
Guess we’d better go break a plate.
Hilarious! Fiona informed me the other day that she was “fus (pause pause) twated.” Sigh. Such big words for such little people. She’ll be headed off to college next week.
[…] When my daughter final arrived, after a string of pregnancy disasters and difficulties, I found myself to be completely out of my depth. In infancy, I couldn’t tell whether a cry was for hunger or for tiredness. The hormones stew of pregnancy, delivery, and nursing left be adrift in depression. And when my next daughter unexpectedly arrived, leaving me home with two children aged two-and-under, I realized I disliked nearly all of the everyday tasks of parent (cooking, cleaning, dealing with toddler temper tantrums, endless hours of make believe…) In short, I felt like a TOTAL LOSER. […]
[…] When my daughter final arrived, after a string of pregnancy disasters and difficulties, I found myself to be completely out of my depth. In infancy, I couldn’t tell whether a cry was for hunger or for tiredness. The hormones stew of pregnancy, delivery, and nursing left be adrift in depression. And when my next daughter unexpectedly arrived, leaving me home with two children aged two-and-under, I realized I disliked nearly all of the everyday tasks of parent (cooking, cleaning, dealing with toddler temper tantrums, endless hours of make believe…) In short, I felt like a TOTAL LOSER. […]
[…] Cate was yelling at me. Again. […]