At work I stare at the white wall and pump. Well, it’s not exactly white. More of a sickly pink. The color of a face after it’s gone flush. Vrrrrr vrrrrrr vrrrrrr. Why are these walls paper thin? I can hear my coworkers laughing on the other side of what must be cardboard disguised as […]
In the Likert scale of “good” and “bad” parent, we have to find a balance for our own wellness. Television and old people in line at the grocery store will tell you to sacrifice it all on behalf of your mini. People will talk about the mother who went on a girls weekend as she left behind her young with their :::dundundun::: father. I’m over here striving for the balance, the space in between the martyr and Narcissus.