Some of you were probably speculating as to why I haven't been writing lately. I'm sure you think "oh she just had a baby", or "she's on summer vacation". But no, it's not either of those things. Yesterday when I got out of bed, I noticed a tiny little spot of what can only be described as baby poo juice on my sheets. Charlie's diaper had leaked a little while he was nursing before we got up. By the time I noticed it, it was dry, and really only the size of a quarter. You see where this is going right? I stood there, about to pull the covers over it thinking, "it's not really poop, it's just the poop juice, which is sort of like pee really, and that is STERILE, and he's only a baby, and it IS dry, and oh I'm so tired."
I just feel that a person who has slid so low as to consider sleeping in her baby's poop, really shouldn't be writing about much of anything. I should be seeking help. So... As soon as I'm able to master paying all the bills, feeding my family, and conquering the nightly poop/sleep/laundry battle, I'll be back. Did I mention I go back to work next week?
I will send sleep wishes your way - for you and Charlie so hopefully you can get some much needed rest, sans poop juice. And no worries, I will never ever tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps or any other such nonsense.
You're not really as low as you can be until you start wearing your clothes inside out, not realizing it until 3 pm, then not bothering to switch it up at a public bathroom but just continuing as is. Been there.
ps? What's up with the "recycled" ribbon in your hair? Thought we wouldn't notice, huh?? My hash line should be: You know you've been working from home too long when you notice such things on a blog. Sigh.
I don't really know you, but I have followed your blog for over a year, so I guess I in the context of the new cyber- neighborhood in which we live I am the hip 50 year old who is watching this cute family down the block. I think you are hysterical and so talented, but honey, two kids can tear you up. Take care of yourself and get back to us when you can. We will miss you - but hey we can always read older posts.
I used to be a single girl in San Francisco, and after that, a single girl in LA, before that I was a baby in Michigan. But then I met Nipper Knapp. We played guitars and smoked cigarettes (me for real, Nipper Knapp not so much), and listened to Wilco, and took pictures, and laughed at each others jokes, and travelled all over, and then we had a BABY. After the initial shock of our lives being rocked like a Scorpion song, we've settled into a new set of wildly entertaining endeavors, that I think the world needs to know about.
So who is Mrs. Nipper Knapp? A photographer, an actor, a dancer, a dreamer, a doer, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker. Actually I'm a really sarcastic shell of a person, who can barely contain my disdain for my fellow man. I'm a real people person. I sell stuff on tv. I love weddings. I like to embroider pillowcases, and grow corn in my backyard, and eat tacos. I'm obsessed with midcentury design, and lots of other things that white people are into. I'm a midwesterner living in Los Angeles, and I'm never going back. Except Christmas and Summer. I'm a Christmas and Easter midwesterner. Did I mention I grow corn...
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I will send sleep wishes your way - for you and Charlie so hopefully you can get some much needed rest, sans poop juice. And no worries, I will never ever tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps or any other such nonsense.
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You're not really as low as you can be until you start wearing your clothes inside out, not realizing it until 3 pm, then not bothering to switch it up at a public bathroom but just continuing as is. Been there.
ps? What's up with the "recycled" ribbon in your hair? Thought we wouldn't notice, huh?? My hash line should be: You know you've been working from home too long when you notice such things on a blog. Sigh.
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