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Tag Archives: Bam Bam
I cut the crust off.
He doesn’t know what Star Wars is, but he’s over the moon for his lunch box.
It was his first day at a new school – a montessori pre-school. We’ve made sacrifices so he could go to this school. He deserves this school.
Posted in Life, No funny today
Tagged anxiety, Bam Bam, colic, motherhood, parenting, PPD, preschool, What the hell am I doing?
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Just to leave.
Tick tock tick tock
White rabbit has nothing on us
Let’s brush
pause pause
Let’s dress
pause cry pause cry
wrong socks
good socks
bad socks
Patience is a virtue -
I’m a jezebel
Tick tock tick tock
Throw the mouse at the clock
Posted in Immediate Poetry
Tagged Bam Bam, Immediate Poetry, parenting, patience, preschool
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I cried a little behind my glasses.
I sat at the dining room table and stared into space. It was silent – thickly silent. I rapped my fingernails on the wood and sighed. I looked longingly to the left… then the right… nothing… there was no one.
Posted in Life
Tagged Bam Bam, first day of school, motherhood, my heart hurts, parenting, preschool
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Resigned to be the best bumper I can.
In kiddie bowling they have bumpers along the sides of the lanes, to prevent the ball from going into the gutter. It improves a child’s chances of knocking down some pins while they are still learning. It keeps the ball going in the right direction.
The bumpers are guides.
This unborn child is making me a bad parent.
“It’s stuck, momma.”
“Does it feel stuck, baby? Just push a little bit harder okay?”
“No,” he says quietly.
“Maybe the poop isn’t ready. Should we try again later?”
“No.”
*Mini cheese blintzes. I have to make those mini cheese blintzes.*
“It’s not coming, momma.”
If I weren’t a heathen, I would prepare for the Rapture like this:
First, let me say this to my Christian readers who believe the words of Harold Egbert Camping :
I will miss you.
I have truly loved having you as readers, and though I’m sure we’ve been on opposite sides of the fence at some point, I still wish you the best. Rapture. Ever.
