

Ms. Lalonde
@tentacleTheatrics
Art by imammunition
Trying to split my attention between babysitting my own brother and his son (excuse me, “little brother”) while he makes another terrible decision, watching my actual child, and dealing with entirely too much paperwork all at once. One coffee is not enough. I need a mug the size of my head.
What is a gal supposed to do when her husband won't stop acting like a pathetic fool? Asking for a friend of a friend of a friend.
When mothers complained about how lack of sleep could emotionally drain them I wasn’t one to wag my finger or tut but truly you do not understand the full brunt of exhaustion until you experience it. I thought I could guess. I could not. I love her but I would kill for a nap.
I think more of you should take up journaling. Not because I don’t enjoy seeing your fantastically depressing posts but because I enjoy the preservation of records and the internet, though acting as a time capsule, is just so flimsy.
Okay put all that away in the vault hurray. I feel much better.
I hope all of you are aware I am skillfully and rapidly typing one handed while Roxy holds my other arm hostage for her nap. If I dare move my palm from her back for a mere moment to do any mundane and quick task she immediately begins to fuss as if she has been scorned. She’s not old enough yet to have anything beyond downy hair atop her head and yet already she is becoming the boss of the household. It’s very cute.
hes such a pretty boy.
Sigh. Now I, too, want a hot pocket.




