Up at 3:30. Better than 3:00 a.m., but not a lot. Makes me wonder if the guy who wrote this ever spent any time with an actual mother, especially one with teething babies. If he had, it would go more like…
Sue’s got a baby now, an’ she
Is stranger than she used to be;
Her face seems vacant, an’ her ways
More zombie-like. In these few days
She’s changed completely, an’ her smile
Has taken on the frozen-style.
Her voice is hoarser, an’ her words
Are clear as is the caw of birds.
She still is Sue, but not the same–
She’s different since the baby came.
But, hey, she slept until 3:30 a.m., so it’s progress. And I have plenty of coffee.
Still happy dancing over the nomination. If I ever get blase about things like that, I will really be way too sleep-deprived. Also, I need to email my editor about TGB. She noticed somthing on the second round that I probably should have mentioned sooner…more on that after some discussion.
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