My life, well-lived

WARNING: This post contains whining and rambling. I am core dumping after the end of a long and not-very-nice-day. This is a stream-of-consciousness, tired post, so you probably don’t want to read it. I am going to write it anyway.

There are just some days where you shouldn’t bother getting out of bed.

Well, except that sometimes, there is a small child who needs you, so you must.

Currently, there is a small child who needs me and my husband is in, of all places, China.

I got up, needless to say.

Now, this summer has been a conference-filled busy one for Christian, which has meant that in addition to the usual exhausting run of work, house-cleaning, toddler management (hah! As if!), grocery shopping, etc, that Christian and I normally share, I’ve gotten several short tastes of single parenthood at a particularly challenging time in my kid’s life this summer, and I am now pretty much wiped.

Still, one must go on, right? And Torsten is pretty awesome. He’s difficult as all get-out right now (certainly as stubborn as I was at his age, and that is saying something), but he also does things like wake up when I come in to get him up and smile his sleepy smile, stretch, and say, “HEY Mama! I love you very very much.” Which takes me by surprise every time.

He’s a sweet kid.

Still, I’m tired. At the moment, very tired, because kiddo hasn’t wanted to sleep so much this past week.

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