Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
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.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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.