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No Sunlight

Sam’s lesson for today was that sometimes you’re the grass, sometimes you’re the lawnmower, and I think it’s safe to say that she’s identifying with tiny green shoots getting relentlessly shredded, over and over again, by a series of rather sharp blades.

When I went to get her from her crib this morning, I staggered and clonked her head on the doorjamb, kicking off a series of injured wails. She slept late (8 a.m., and it’s becoming the norm lately, and no, I don’t know what to do with this other than weep from abject joy), which meant we were already running behind for our 9 a.m. class, so I shoved a granola bar in her pie hole and dragged her in morning rush-hour traffic for a class that was indoors instead of out and … kind of sucky.

Truth be told, she spent the majority of it on the sidelines eating her Pirate’s Booty, probably because she lacked a proper breakfast, but more likely because the instructors were so far off their game she was in the mood to do anything but participate. Although frankly if you were an instructor of a bunch of 18-24 month-olds, would you put a bunch of toys — say, hula hoops — in front of them and then LECTURE THEM ON WHAT TO DO WITH THEM BEFORE LETTING THEM PLAY? And then giving them a stern talking-to when they picked up the hula hoops? If you would, then you don’t know toddlers, is all I’m saying. They lack, um, impulse control, to put it mildly. For chrissake, they can barely resist sharp KNIVES, you think they’re going to wait for HULA HOOPS?

Anyway, the rest of the day was uneventful except that she clonked her head on the coffee table so hard she has a corner-shaped indent, only to fall off the couch face-first a mere hour later, jamming her legs underneath the coffee table and requiring rescue. And an hour after THAT, she bashed her head YET AGAIN when Sunny climbed on top of her to snake her cheese stick, and if I were her, I’d have buried my face in a feedbag of Ho Hos and a bottle of wine, but alas, she doesn’t have that option and the best I could do was offer her a slice of watermelon to soothe her bruised ego.


This sucks. Anyone got a G&T? I like Tanqueray.

Tomorrow’s a better day, kid.

*Death Cab for Cutie

PS, the Book Lushes next book is The Book Thief!

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