Dear S, It is a Monday morning and I am catching up on emails while our son sleeps on the couch. As we both well know, J does not like to sleep alone. He will sleep through the coffee grinder, a car alarm and just about anything else as long as he is close to us. A few minutes ago, our pup was sleeping on the opposite side of the couch. Then she inched over to J and flopped her head…
Dear J, Last night you were deep asleep in your papa’s arms when the fire alarm started blaring. You opened your eyes wide. I went over to take a look and noticed that it was the carbon monoxide alarm that was going off. To tell you the truth, we didn’t know exactly what to do. We knew carbon monoxide was super dangerous and also invisible and odorless. All I could think about was keeping you safe. So I wrapped you…
Dear S, It’s not news to you that I’ve been a mess this weekend. I keep trying to put a finger on how I feel, but keep coming up short. Motherhood has stretched me to the outer limits of all the emotions I’ve ever felt, sometimes in both directions at once. This weekend I’ve felt a new breed of exhaustion, I think. It’s the exhaustion that comes from having a week where I haven’t showered alone or eaten with two…