A first smile isn't quite so exciting when three other babies have done it before.
Without children of my own, I don't know what it's like to run into a routine like this. I like to think that my parents took some joy in the way that my middle sister and I doted over my baby sister and lost our shit over every little achievement. Or maybe they were just bored. At five years old, I really can't remember.
This story of exhaustion is actually quite sweet. Sure there's a sense of duty and low-grade frustration, but there's also a sense of love that even loads and loads laundry can't kill (considering how many loads I do during the week for just two people and how that wears me out, I get overwhelmed just thinking about adding three more into the mix.)
Her sleep debt was a carefully balanced budget, and she had to meet the payments.
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Without children of my own, I don't know what it's like to run into a routine like this. I like to think that my parents took some joy in the way that my middle sister and I doted over my baby sister and lost our shit over every little achievement. Or maybe they were just bored. At five years old, I really can't remember.
This story of exhaustion is actually quite sweet. Sure there's a sense of duty and low-grade frustration, but there's also a sense of love that even loads and loads laundry can't kill (considering how many loads I do during the week for just two people and how that wears me out, I get overwhelmed just thinking about adding three more into the mix.)
Her sleep debt was a carefully balanced budget, and she had to meet the payments.
I like the way you put this.