Christmas is here again and I find the spirit of the holidays has been pushed aside by a colicky baby, a sick household, and packing up our lives for a big move two days after Christmas.
So, I needed a refresher. I tried to recall last Christmas… but my sleep deprived brain is slow and squeaky lately. Luckily, I have a blog… with archives.
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Welcome to the season of giving… of giving germs back and forth… of sharing colds, and the giving of viruses.
I am sick, ya’ll.
I’ve also been blessed with the ability to birth giant babies.
Henceforth, I pee every time I cough or sneeze.
Today is the seventh annual It’s Time to Talk Day. Today is a day to remember that lifting the veil of shame over sexual, child, and domestic abuse is essential. Today is a day dedicated to the effort of shattering the silence that surrounds these issues.
Today is a day that should be everyday.
I looked into the backseat and heard silence coming from the car seat.
My colicky baby had been sleeping soundly for the past ten minutes – a welcome reprieve from the high pitch wails of when he is awake.
I glanced again into the backseat.
I look ahead at the ATM fifteen feet in front of me.
* Last of the 8 line posts spurred by this one >> 8 mm.
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Love affair with Texas Ranger = kicked.
Dependence on boob umbrellas = kicked (Can we say like leather?).
Ingestion of multiple pain pills = kicked.
Preoccupation with the FrankenPussy = kicked… well maybe one last look.
* A series of 8 line posts because of this one >> 8 mm
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Ten perfect fingers.
Ten… toes.
I caress you several times a day.
Can I draw a little face on you please?
Little nubbin…
I’m starting to love you.
Shoes are dumb anyway.
* A Series of 8 line posts because of this one >> 8 mm.
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Hot and heavy with my husband…
The carnival hay is itchy.
Then a thief out to mug me.
I lift my shirt to expose my weapon…
and squirt the robber in the eye with breast milk.
