I had to attend a funeral today. I’ve tried, but anything I wrote today will be influenced by it, and it’s not something for horror or fiction

Going to write something longer tomorrow

Motherhood

I knew babies cried in their sleep. I can understand why they also yell in their sleep.

It’s the giggling that creeps me out, particularly since he can’t do it while he’s awake yet.

I’d say it’s the second creepiest part of parenthood. The third is that some switch flipped in my brain the second he was born and nothing he produces disgusts me.

The first is the ease with which a chat with my husband moves from “he’s sleeping so well!” to “can you please check he’s still alive?”

Return

I’m going to be posting daily in October, in honour of the spookiest month and as an excuse to not try nanowrimo.

I’ve been slack lately, but that’s not my fault. No one told me that when you have a baby, the hospital makes you take it home with you.