our time.

I emerge from the nursery slowly and silently, grabbing the monitor to check for movement. He’s asleep. It’s 8:30 and it only took him one bottle, two diaper changes, one refused paci, and one rocking to get there, but he’s asleep. Somewhere, a choir of angels rejoices in song. It’s “our time.” In the short […]

christening caterer needed.

I just called and was told to call back and ask for Levi, Rock, or Ace.  Like, I am trying to order meatballs, I don’t need a 1982 hair band ballad performed.

can’t talk anymore.

Is it motherhood?! I can’t type things correctly anymore.  I slur words.  I sound like a drunk 24-7.  I literally type words that I didn’t even intend to type.  I go back and read something I just typed, and I’ve inserted random words, avoided some altogether, or inverted the letters in pretty simple words like, […]