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long days

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse So you understand less as the pages turn Or a movie so crass And awkardly cast That even I could be the star.

 

a new leaf

My sister came over today with her kids, looking for a little break after having been up all night throwing up from food poisoning. She looked kind of greyish and her voice was weak. I asked her how she was feeling, because she sort of looked like hell. "Well..." her voice kind of trailed off. "I always feel awful if I complain about my life to you."

Just so we're clear, the person who spent the entire previous night vomiting and barely had the energy to put the saltines I gave her in her mouth, feels that I have the worst possible existence she can imagine. Worse than vomiting.

If this isn't the sign I need that it's time for me to stop complaining and whining about my life -- when even vomit seems preferable to being me, well I don't know what is.

p.s. Did I mention TJ seems to be dropping her second nap? At ten months? In the spirit of my new attitude, I will simply express my gratitude that the universe delivered me such an energetic child, who simply laughs in the face of the sleep other, lesser, babies seem to need.

 

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Blogger Stephanie Says:

You know what? You get to complain. Complain as much as you like.

I've noticed that when I turn over leaves, I almost always find creepy things like isopods or maggots. Leave those leaves be, I say.

On a happier note, you're going to be thanking the universe for real in a short while. One nap is so much more awesome than two. You're no longer housebound and the second nap stretches longer so you can actually do stuff.

 

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