I have well-documented anxiety, and have recently begun discussing it with a therapist again. Why, you ask, wouldn't I be in a constant state of therapy if I know I have anxiety? Because I very much dislike crying. I get an awful headache after I cry, and it's obviously embarrassing and exhausting, but I also... Continue Reading →
While I was on vacation, I ate bread that did not make my stomach upset. When I returned, I ate the same bread and felt sick. A rational person might just stop eating bread that made them ill, but I adore bread. My favorite food is sandwiches (like Joey from Friends) and no it is... Continue Reading →
My ophthalmologist found a piece of glass in my eye. Glass. I have no idea how it got there, and it was really small, but y'all. Glass. The last broken glass incident in our house occurred approximately five days before my eye started bothering me, but what can I say, I live a dangerous life.... Continue Reading →
When the stitches aren't the only major story of the week, you know to send wine and fully vaccinated in-home masseuse, right? Yikes. In the last week, we've intercepted four sleepwalking adventures. One was my middle kid, Archie, who I suppose has been sleepwalking for a couple years, but he rarely walks anywhere, so I... Continue Reading →
Today I vacuumed, like, the really big vacuum you do once a month where you move the furniture and really get every crumb. The whir of the vacuum was a soothing white noise to the clang of toys and the squeal of toddlers, and it gave me time to think. I recently read an article... Continue Reading →
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