documenting motherhood · parenting · reflection

how it is, how it was

I’m writing this in solitude.  Nobody’s home, just me.  The quiet is surreal.  My husband has taken our boy (can’t say ‘the baby’ anymore, he’s too big!) out to pick up some groceries, and specifically ordered me not to do any dish washing or chores.  I’ve got a rotten cold, so I took a dangerously… Continue reading how it is, how it was