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Hello from my kitchen. Hello as I baby wear and sway on my rug in my new Hokas. Feet, is this enough cushion for you? My daughter’s birthday is coming up, and I have named myself the producer of her birthday. Last year, her obsession was Batman. 10PM on Birthday eve I was hanging up
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What I’m experiencing now, and what I don’t remember experiencing with my first kid, is a difficulty in holding onto thoughts or ideas, particularly if they have to do with myself/ my life outside of house and kids. It feels like the outer edge of my brain—the crust, if you will, and perhaps even parts
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I’m writing this while feeding my new(ish) baby. He’s in the ergo baby, squirming while I stand in the kitchen, on top of a rug that I slid over so I could stand on it while I type. Because my feet always hurt. My feet hurt because either a) I’m 40 and 7 months, or
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Here is the real beginning— I, once again, for the 1576th afternoon in a row aimlessly walk around the house picking things up and putting them in their place. Everything has its place—a mantra for the organized parent, no, let’s be honest: the organized mother. Everything has a place. Does this toy packaging that I
How not to 