Thursday, May 24, 2012

My boy

I am not tired of my boy. I love him so much. I hope I can be a better mama for him than I am so far for poor Edith. She gets all the badness from me and he gets all the pampering. I wish I hadn't stolen her childhood.


Tired

I am tired of:
Being fat
Being hungry
Not knowing how to cook
Not being able to cook
Heat
Criticism
People who ignore other people illogically
Soreness
Klint's leg being destroyed
Edith's inability to speak her problems
Her refusal to eat any food I make
Being tired
Being useless and alone all day.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Naptime.

Everyone sleeps. Edith is flat on her face in her crib and breathing normally. She had a fever earlier today, but I medicated it away. Edgar lays his arm over my boob and naps lightly.
I am giving in to the concept that I will have to wear tank tops this summer or die. I desperately need a trip to Target.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012