Monthly Archive: June 2010

Okay – there. I’ve said it. I freaking hate cleaning. I hate doing dishes, hate folding laundry, hate constantly having to sweep and mop and vacuum and pick up toys and toys and more toys. I love my children, love being home with them, but hate having trash everywhere, cups all over the place and …

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Turns out that it’s not thrush, and not mastitis either. It’s a teeny, tiny cut on my nipple, and engorgement because I’m avoiding nursing on that side because it’s so monumentally painful. As you can imagine, I’m distinctly ill amused with this, had really hoped that I could just take a little pill or something …

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More nursing problems… my breast is really sore. The whole damn thing, nursing isn’t too painful yet, but it hurts just walking around and God forbid anyone happen to brush up against my chest (and with three kids – this happens a lot more often than you might think). I have no idea what the …

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Sam spent the afternoon in the back of my mother’s car, eating mocha chip ice cream, and then went outside to play shoot guns with his buddy Brian (the older boy – he’s Jessie’s age – who lives next door). He came inside covered in sweat and grime and we mutually decided that a bath …

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It’s a small dream, in the overall scheme of things. I used to dream for world peace, an end to global warming, a peaceful resolution to the whole Middle East conflict. Now, I dream of cloning myself, one to walk with Julie, devoting myself to soothing her when she’s fussy and won’t sleep, one to …

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