I did a lot of real-live-person stuff in May. (Versus my usual eyeballs-poking-out-from-luxurious-blanket weekend slothery. I did more stand-up! I bombed but it's okay! I helped plan and attended a stagette where I did a Beyonce dance class and learned that with age I have grown 67% more terrible with organized choreography! I got spoiled for Mother's Day and was reminded again how lucky I am to have a husband who collaborates with my kid to make me feel so special!Read More
After the Hellmageddon of my kid's first year where my kid was like "fuck you, sleep" and I was like "I don’t like your attitude," we made it to the Holy Land of 12 months old where she slept through the night consistently, and I started to feel like a real girl again.
After stretches of 7-8 hours sleep, my brain was clicking and clacking on proper routes again; I was seeing the world through eyes that didn’t burn and sting for being open for 7863 straight hours, walking with correct posture, and not shooting hateful eye lasers at bachelor friends who were yawning because they "slept too much last night."Read More