October 22, 2009
I’m tired, so tired. But she looks at me, crazy quilt pulled up to her chin.
Just one song? Stay for one song, Mama.
I see myself in the kitchen, standing at the laptop, pounding out 300 words of drivel as she twirls around me.
Read to me, Mama?
No.
Sing with me, Mama?
No.
Can we make brownies, Mama?
No.
I’m busy.
I hate [...]
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September 30, 2009
When The Poo was born, our plan was for my mom to watch her when I went back to work.
My first day back in the office was snowy and cold. I sucked in my tummy and zipped up my trousers, pulled on knee socks. I bundled The Poo up in fleece pajamas and a blanket.
We [...]
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