I got into an argument on Facebook last night with the boys sister. I woke up with this nasty taste in my mouth because of it.
God I really hate constantly having to defend myself and where I am in life to his family.
I read a book tonight. I started reading it to Esther in the bath (because she’s ALWAYS asking me to read out loud and it’s one of my proudest parenting moments) and then I put her to bed and sat on my couch and didn’t stop till I finished it.
I live for that shit. Seriously.
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What does this even mean?
Esther’s father and I are Hank and Karen. There is the one scene where he writes her a letter. I can’t watch it anymore. I cry every single time. I don’t wonder so much anymore what it would be like if I was his and he were mine. It’s strange to have that person in your life though. The person who you just know and they know you. I met one of my soulmates once, it didn’t last. I’m no longer sad, just a little nostalgic.
This is that scene.
According to a sleep deprivation study conducted by the University of Pennsylvania, after two weeks of getting only 6 hours of sleep per night (or less), you experience the cognitive equivalent of being legally drunk.
So, parents are basically drunkards.