Eleanor was happy with her life, until she wasn't. It came upon her quite suddenly one day, when she was filling out her daughter's baby book. First smile? First tooth? First word? Eleanor tried to remember, but it all blurred into a drift of exhaustion, jumbled with memories of Jasmine's big brothers. A first smile isn't quite so exciting when
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Without children of my own, I don't know what it's like to run into a routine like this. I like to think that my parents took some joy in the way that my middle sister and I doted over my baby sister and lost our shit over every little achievement. Or maybe they were just bored. At five years old, I really can't remember.
This story of exhaustion is actually quite sweet. Sure there's a sense of duty and low-grade frustration, but there's also a sense of love that even loads and loads laundry can't kill (considering how many loads I do during the week for just two people and how that wears me out, I get overwhelmed just thinking about adding three more into the mix.)
Her sleep debt was a carefully balanced budget, and she had to meet the payments.
I like the way you put this.
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And thanks - I particularly like that line, and it speaks to my experience!
And thanks for commenting. Was starting to think everyone hated this one. :/
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I'm a Golden Rule kind of guy, so I will comment on everything I read, even if I don't vote for them. Me, I'd rather get a comment than just a little click in a poll.
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