SMILE

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

The Pesky Dangers of Sleep Regression

In recent weeks I have broken glasses, dropped large containers of food inside the fridge, left a perfect line of my car’s paint along the wall of my driveway taking Violet to school, oh, and a couple of days ago I went to move a pan I was actively cooking on with my bare hand. Not grabbing the handle, no, the fucking pan itself. Twice, I did that TWICE.