March 2009

She’s No Fun, She Fell Right Over.

March 31, 2009

If you could read the rest of this with your fingers crossed, I think that would be best. And your legs—cross those too. While sitting under the sign of the cross, if at all possible. Is there salt where you are? Could you throw some of that over your left shoulder? With your right hand? [...]

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Organism.

March 30, 2009

Last Thursday, Simone had an ultrasound and visit with nephrology for her post-NICU follow-up. It was originally slated for last August, but the nephrologist rescheduled, and then I needed to reschedule, and then the whole practice moved and the doctors changed and I called and called and was transferred hither and yon and finally, in [...]

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It’s All in Me.

March 24, 2009

I meant to write a whole other post for today, but have been having far too much fun reading the comments on my last one. So far I am either a filthy ANIMAL from whose custody all children should be speedily removed, or Everywoman. Sadly, I fear my own mother would place me in the [...]

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The Real World.

March 23, 2009

Jaywalker has a series of posts that never fails to speak to me. Once a month-ish, she confesses her (secular) sins, and invites her readers to do the same. Nearly all of her transgressions are ones I have been guilty of myself, and I find it comforting to know that there is another person as [...]

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To See it Clearly, Take it Rear-ly.

March 17, 2009

Today was supposed to be the inaugural visit of Dr. Nanny, the sweet, moments-from-graduation med student I have hired to look after Simone from time to time. I was excited about having the opportunity to get some work done during the daylight hours, before my mind has begun to drizzle out my ear as it [...]

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Nanny 911.

March 7, 2009

I know there are women who manage to care for their children at home full time AND work/clean the house/bathe themselves, but it is becoming increasingly obvious, especially now that Simone is mobile, that I am not one of them. Exhibit A: this post, the first sentence of which I wrote ON MONDAY. Exhibit B: [...]

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