Her Bad Mother

Sunday, November 9, 2008


He's sleeping. He's slept through the night two nights in a row and napping generously - through what dark magic I do not know but I'm not going to tempt fate by questioning it - and so I am taking advantage of this precious, precious opportunity and curling up under the blankets and luxuriating in the sweet, dark cushiony goodness of sleep.
Hold my calls.