And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little boy blue and the man in the moon. “When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when.” But we’ll get together then, You know we’ll have a good time then. -Harry Chapin This week I felt completely exhausted and spent, emotionally and physically. For a moment I judged myself,…
Growing up I was never a “kid person.” I’m very OCD, and I’m *still* disgusted by the mess that accompanies young people. The excessive drool, mucus, and urine are not my thing, and don’t get me started on the sticky hands. Just no. As a young adult I assumed the decision to have children would depend entirely on the man…
But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like Nothing changed at all? How am I going to be an optimist about this? “Good night Abbey. Do you want to come upstairs to bed with me?” I asked. I held open the baby gate, pointed to the cat, and then gestured up the stairs like Vanna White. She…