Monday, May 10, 2010


I've given up writing. I sleep at the capricious whims of an uncertain-of-her-primacy older sister and her endlessly-needy sidekick. I eat cold take-out standing in the kitchen while waiting for the bottle-warmer to get the formula to that happy just-right temperature for an easy feed. At the moment, we're all sick with some mysterious child-borne illness, yet here we are. It's all our fault - these two souls stuck together one way or another for the rest of their lives, and I couldn't love them more - they're sisters.