When I’m really interested in this clean-eating routine, but all the recipes contain gross stuff (bananas, coconut, cauliflower, cilantro, cucumbers, salmon).
When he gets frustrated.
When you’re trying to get pregnant, or even just sort of letting whatever happens happen, and for two weeks every month you’re like, “Am I? Maybe? Is there something in there?”
When the baby decided to wake us up at 5:30am and I’m trying to get some work done, but I just can’t handle editing a work of Derridean criticism.
When I have to change Tommy’s diaper and he’s super squirmy and refuses to lie on his back. Every. Time.