A classic repeat
I went to a baby shower yesterday evening for a soon-to-be first-time mother at our church. The women who were gathered there were invited to share “horror” stories from their early parenting days. Some made us all laugh, others made us gasp. I was the youngest mommy to speak, and I told this classic tale from last summer, which is the story of my first day alone with both kids after Baby Boy’s birth. That I can tell this story and laugh means that I’m either maturing and can see how far I’ve come since then… or that I’m exacting revenge on the Munchkin by repeating this story whenever I get the chance.
The only other advice that I can give to expectant parents is to get your sleep while you can. It’s too bad that we can’t store up sleep in some kind of account, to be used when we’re exhausted later. A bank account for sleep. I like that one! Who’s with me?
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April 5th, 2006 13:24
That bank would be bankrupt in no time.
April 5th, 2006 18:33
You see, the problem is that I ALREADY sleep as much as I can. There’s no way I could possibly sleep more… I guess all that is about to change!
April 6th, 2006 10:28
Sleep, what is that again? (speaking as someone who gets up at 0420 in the morning every single day, and foolishly goes to bed between 2300-0100)