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    Repeat After Me: My Life is Perfect

    Wash, rinse and repeat! [image via] Been rolling around in my own self pity the last few weeks. Can’t get the house clean, can’t get the laundry done, can’t get work done, can’t get baby to nap, can’t watch a full feature length movie at full volume, my insides are falling down, my boob gets painful blisters, the kid is crying again, etc. It’s time to turn that frown upside down, let me tell you how perfect my life is. 1. My baby sleeps through the night. Has since he was just over a month old. BOOYAH!2. I work from home on my own hours. OH-YA!3. My husband also works…

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    Don’t Worry, It’s Just Your Insides Falling Out

    Hmmm what to write?You ever sit down at your computer and think, I have so many things to write about that it will take me ten years to write about them all?That’s how I feel right now. So, let’s just dive right in and see if I can shave off a few years. Mothering is going well, though I’m starting to run into things I wasn’t prepared for. Things I hadn’t heard of, and I’m the type of person who absorbs people’s antidotes like a sponge. I might not remember your name, but I’ll remember your story about how you solved your dog’s flea problem with pennyroyal tea. Nobody told…

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    Night Guardians

    Pablo Picasso’s Maternity, 1905  There are mothers everywhere who sit with me now. In distant places, Mothers who hold their sleepy babes in their arms and to their breast. We are the guardians of the morning-night, ever watchful over our dark domains. In our tired arms rest our weary new souls. We touch their soft hands and caress their powdery cheeks. Time stands still for us, as if mother nature does indeed pause tide and time for man. This moment, in the morning-night, is still like the sleeping babes we hold. Whose fluttery lashes wink and lull against breast warmed cheeks. It is here, in our arms that we become…