Tag Archives: Poop

My Christmas wish

My Christmas wish

Of course my children all got poop in their eyes. One is three years old, and really, the story could stop there. Instead, I’ll fill you in on all of the shitty details of my weeks past. “Just wash all of your hands more,” the doctor says last week, as she and I wiped the… Read more

The smells of you

The smells of you

A two year old is many things. A talking parrot and a pleaser. A snuggle bug and an emotion-fuelled runner. Having a two year old is a sensory explosion of high pitched wailing when she falls down a two inch ledge and an abundance of wet, boogied kisses for every occasion. Her hand reaches for mine,… Read more

Mean mama

Mean mama

I hate when my family gets sick. Yeah, it’s sad, and they’re pathetic when they’re green, but that’s not why- I don’t just dislike when they’re ill in a sweet, empathetic way. The truth is I hate it because it’s way too much damn work. I used to be kind. Sympathetic, caring and concerned, even. But… Read more

The shit sleeper

The shit sleeper

I fucked up. It’s all I can think, as I lay on my side with you on your crib size mattress, ass cheek falling off its right side and legs bent at the knee, up and over your squirming body to cage you in. You’re fucked up. Because it’s 11:30pm and you’re still awake, though… Read more

Portrait of a four year old

Portrait of a four year old

They tell me I’ll miss it. That I’ll miss these days that end with her falling asleep at ten pm in a grumpy, pitiful slump on the living room floor wearing one sock and her father’s t-shirt, her face showing remnants of the war story of the suppertime before. That I’ll miss these frantic mornings… Read more

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