Monthly Archives: April 2006

i didn’t want to be in your club anyway

I just got an e-mail saying that I didn’t get the paid blogging gig at ClubMom. Which, bummer, but not exactly unexpected. I can only imagine that they were inundated with resumes. And, if we’re being honest here, my query wasn’t exactly irresistible. I failed to mention my journalism experience (…why?…) and two of my [...]

“concerned”

I’m somewhat concerned that I might be pregnant again (replace concerned with absolutely fucking terrified for that sentence to read right). I know, I know – Cranky Mama, you’re a hypochondriac and a habitual worrywart – why should this be any different? And you’re right to think that.
However: I’ve been sick to my stomach for [...]

rings are wonderful things

God, those eyes. Happy Fun Baby has these huge, round eyes of indeterminate color (which will probably turn brown one of these days). Bambi eyes, just like his daddy, and he’s learning to work them for all they’re worth. Already I can sense that he will have us wrapped around his finger by the time [...]

worse…or better?

See, the whole point of taking meds is to make my brain a more friendly place. I am not a pill popping sort of girl. Well – except for Valium, and I did not pop it, exactly. I more savored the lack of overwhelming anxiety and wished I could feel like that all the [...]

if it is a fairy tale, it’s one by the brothers grimm

My sister recommended that I read The Glass Castle. “It’s the book you’d write about our childhood,” she said, and then explained how the father reminded her of a more harmless version of our dad. “He draws you in,” she said. “He has this whole fantasy world, and he convinces everyone that it’s true.” She [...]

overheard on the bus today

“I just hope I don’t have twins. Twin boys, especially.”
“Twin girls, though – they’ll fight all the time and sleep with each other’s boyfriends.”
“Oh, definitely. I did.”

the baby, he screams

So, no therapy. The more I thought about it (and believe me, when you wake up at 3am every morning with your mind pointlessly racing, you end up thinking about things a lot) the more I felt that ineffectual, temporary therapy would be worse for me than no therapy at all. I mean, I’m a [...]