Hello written word. Hello. How are you? I do hope you are fine, and swell, and that you’ve been able to have copious amounts of tea and social gatherings.
Me? Well, don’t mind me. I’ve been crawling through this pregnancy of mine like a seal on the shoreline.
Most days consist of me sitting and watching my two-year-old Alpha Male run through the house with complete authority and comfort. Some days, I do manage to clean, to cook, to do laundry, and to get us out of the house. Sometimes I even dress in semi-decent clothes and slap some color on my face.
But don’t you dare come between me and Nap Time. Nap Time is sacred. Nap Time is what carries me from 6:30 to noon most days. I gaze longingly at the clock, see that it’s only about nine, and I intercede for that high and holy hour when my son goes down for his 1 ½-2 hour nap. I tell him (beg him? No, just tell him in a...
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