I have one word for you all: "Baby."
Yes, that kicking, pinching, screaming, drooling, scratching, cooing, pooping, laughing, punching, crying baby. It's like she does it on purpose: She MAKES me love her so she can torture me by taking away the things that mean so much to me. Which brings me to my next word: Sleep.
Or the lack thereof. I used to love sleep. In fact, I am willing to say that we used to get along very well together, like best friends. But I think the first word, baby, has offended my friend and now she rarely visits anymore. Exhibit A: the above picture. Notice who is sleeping and, therefore, who is NOT sleeping and taking the picture. Which brings me to my third word: Bags.
Not like sleeping bags. Oh no, 'cause you can put those down. They're more like non-sleeping bags. As in the kind that sit under your eyes, threatening to make you look 10 years older than you really are. It's not like I wear make-up, or anything. And even if I did, that just manages to bring it out even more. Highlight the thing that my child INSISTS that I carry around for the rest of my life as a continual reminder of her babyhood. And there we have come a complete round in my words.
Baby=(lack of) sleep=(non-sleeping) bags.
Yes, that kicking, pinching, screaming, drooling, scratching, cooing, pooping, laughing, punching, crying baby. It's like she does it on purpose: She MAKES me love her so she can torture me by taking away the things that mean so much to me. Which brings me to my next word: Sleep.Or the lack thereof. I used to love sleep. In fact, I am willing to say that we used to get along very well together, like best friends. But I think the first word, baby, has offended my friend and now she rarely visits anymore. Exhibit A: the above picture. Notice who is sleeping and, therefore, who is NOT sleeping and taking the picture. Which brings me to my third word: Bags.
Not like sleeping bags. Oh no, 'cause you can put those down. They're more like non-sleeping bags. As in the kind that sit under your eyes, threatening to make you look 10 years older than you really are. It's not like I wear make-up, or anything. And even if I did, that just manages to bring it out even more. Highlight the thing that my child INSISTS that I carry around for the rest of my life as a continual reminder of her babyhood. And there we have come a complete round in my words.
Baby=(lack of) sleep=(non-sleeping) bags. But she's just sooo cute!
2 comments:
Well well well, look who decided to join the faction of blogging buffoons. So when is Chad going to put up pictures of his "other" children.
I would be such a grouch without sleep. how do you do it?
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