You know why menstruation is called a period? Because it STOPS YOU from happiness and comfort.
And from wearing white.
You know why menstruation is called a period? Because it STOPS YOU from happiness and comfort.
And from wearing white.
“Family Size” cookies means Nabisco made cookies just for you to get through a day of dealing with your family.
Mothering means doing things with one hand.
I mean, I didn’t know I could put a fitted sheet on a bed while I rocked the baby to sleep.
The more you know. 💫
Good. Grief. I could second-guess myself at the gates of fucking heaven.
Well, that’s great. Just great. Probably not going to heaven now because I said “fucking heaven.”
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. Yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don‘t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
-David Foster Wallace
Also? Fashioning a shiv out of a crayon is really hard.
Edit: But not impossible.
Has anyone ever been told “Why don’t you just get over it?” and honestly thought Well, slap my tits and call me Suzy. You’re right! Why didn’t I think of that?
Husband just sent me a copy of the school calendar because he “didn’t know” if I had it.
I may or may not have sent it to him already on July 13th. And I may or may not be stabby about it. And I may or may not throw myself out of a window.
Can’t sleep because I’m anxious. Kid starts first grade tomorrow. Not anxious because I’ll miss him — not that kind of mom. Anxious because I don’t want him to be late and miss the bus. I NEED HIM TO GO TO SCHOOL.
Funny how my house stays clean when it’s just me and my two kids. Husband comes home early from work and it looks like a disaster area and FEMA is on its way.