Wouldn’t it be sweet if I said that it was only this little hobgoblin that got me into my car and out of the city, back home before midnight? In truth, as I alluded to so very awkwardly to a few friends this evening, dilemma #9 is what I have to look forward to if I’m out past curfew. When you have a growing babe who vomits half of what she eats and therefore eats all the time, it is difficult to be away more than three hours without feeling like a porn star…and, with stretched out flabby abs, a porn star well past her glory days.
God I wonder what my kid will think when she discovers this blog…
anna in med school 