My Moth Day ladies. Pre BBQ.
Things they don’t tell you about parenthood #847: Fucked up irrational fears
You haven’t texted your stay-at-home-mom wife all morning until now and she doesn’t respond right away and that’s not too unusual but maybe this time it’s because she’s incapacitated or dead and the baby’s crying and there’s no one there to help and the cat’s probably already trying to eat both of them and maybe the oven was left on and OMG THE BABY IS CRYING AND IT’S TOO SAD AND I FEEL SICK AND I’M GOING TO PASS OUT AND… oh. She texted me back. nbd.
Wrong number but now I’m wondering… maybe I do want a dub.
The Parking Lot Movie (on Netflix Streaming)
A simple documentary film, presenting a small parking lot as a metaphor for the human condition. Surprisingly unpretentious and heartwarming. Super recommended.
You go to the doctor for a scheduled checkup and he asks ”Is she doing this?” and you reply “She’s been doing this for months!” He asks “Is she doing that?” You laugh and say “She does that x10!” Then he asks “Is she doing the other thing?” and you worry yourself sick for the next few weeks because “the other thing” must surely be an important milestone and something’s terribly wrong.
It was like that with clapping. So much worry about her motor skills, apparently for nothing.
She still kinda sucks at clapping.
Some days I’d rather stay home and play with boxes and do hairstyles.
Josie’s springtime sausage pants.
