Sigh. A blog. I don't think there's anything more self-indulgent than writing a diary and having the expectation that people will read it but here we are. I'm justifying it on the grounds that "writing is therapy" and will get me through the tumultuous new experience of motherhood while thoughtfully logging these precious moments for my darling daughter in years to come. (*cough* and so people will read it).
As for required intros:
Enter: Moi. Slightly scattered but generally optimistic 27-year-old mom to Jade, my "Spirited"11-week old baby girl/pride and joy ( I feel I should state that from the get-go as my writing style can be somewhat cynical at times. I truly love my child. All misadventures and frustrations are recorded for entertainment and posterity-related purposes.)
This morning in a needlessly-hysterical-baby-induced moment of frustration I decided that my two-month-old seriously lacks perspective. I genuinely feel that if she had any idea what children in the 3rd world endure she would't cry so much...about putting a onsie over her head for 3 milliseconds longer than strictly necessary. Really, Child? As Louis C.K. says, when they're this young your job is pretty much to make them not die. I've tried explaining this to her when she fights me on the most mundane but necessary tasks but am always met with a look I interpret as silent indignation until I remember that as much as I believe she will one day be a Harvard Honor student at this point I'm pretty much talking to a mini-human with all the comprehension and memory span of the goldfish I bought (and subsequently starved) in the second grade (R.I.P "Fluffy").
Welcome to the Mommy Chronicles,
Misha
Misha this is hilarious. I absolutely love it.
ReplyDeleteGlad you stated it was mostly cynical! I was worried there for a minute or two. But I think this'll be fun. I know I love the pix on facebook!
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