Me: *critically examines own fingernails* Why won’t my nails grow faster? Also me, an hour later: *balances precariously on the edge of toddler’s cot, ignoring the uncomfortable edge of the bed rail under my backside and the drool around the flashlight in my mouth, leans in further, trying to crane neck at a 90 degree angle…
I could talk about the Great Mystery of how parents function on week after month (after year!) of interrupted sleep. Or the Great Mystery of how we get any adult stuff done around the endless child-related responsibilities. I mean, the busiest childless lifestyle will feel feels like a luxurious, leisurely siesta after one introduces kids…
The Feathered Rose 