The Angels Shine Upon

Sure he didn't sleep all evening and was King Pissy Pants for most of it -- but when we did finally get him to sleep at midnight -- he stayed asleep for SEVEN hours! I feel like I should go out and slaughter a goat or something. Thank you fickle gods.

This Sunday is Mother's Day. This weekend we're going to Pittsburgh to introduce Gideon to my family. This evening Tender Buttons is going to drop off gifts for our mother, stepmother and grandmother for us to bring along. I asked her what she got them but she couldn't tell me because she got me the same thing. That's right, I'm getting a mother's day gift. How weird. But appropriate, cause I'm a mother now and why shouldn't I get a piece of the action? So you hear that, baby's daddy? I'm supposed to get a gift on Sunday and you better have something good else you'll look like an asshole in front of my family.

I mean come on, on my way to pilates this morning I noticed baby vomit on my beautiful suede Coach handbag and I didn't go apeshit. That's what being a mother is all about. Having everything nice ruined and accepting it.
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Writing my poetry column for the Happy Booker. Think it's going up on Friday. I still have to come up with a spiffy name for it. I ran a name past Tony and he let me know it was pretty lame. So I'm still working on that.