Tuesday, November 10, 2009

My handicap

Miriam, the champion-sleeper, slept from 1:00 AM until around 7:30 AM at which time I forced her awake and begged her to eat before I exploded. My milk supply, though still over abundant, isn’t quite as hyper-active as it was with Rachel which means that I can actually sleep for six hours before I feel like I’m going to explode. It’s kind of nice. Not that I slept for those six hours…

Rachel woke up almost every two hours last night and then came into our room around 8:00 AM. It was nice of her to wait that long because I heard her up and stirring much earlier than that.

I was so tired—I went to take a nap around 11:00 AM and didn’t wake up until 1:30 PM. And then I saw Andrew was online so I started chatting with him.

me: dude, i don't know why i'm so tired today...

Andrew: Have you taken your iron? tsk tsk

me: oh, thst might explain something...

Andrew: And you should probably eat some food.

me: i ha a sandwich this moeninh

Andrew: Wow–u  ha foos thig motnif?

me: hey-i'm onehanded. don't maje fum og mu hansi-calp

Andrew: L)

me: k--now THAR was a fail

Obviously Andrew’s typos were fake. Unfortunately the only line I purposely mistyped was “don’t maje fum og mu hansi-calp.” It’s blatantly wrong. Everything else was me actually trying to type correctly. My favorite part is Andrew’s botched emoticon and then my “thar.”

I wouldn’t have it any other way, though, because my handicap is the cutest little handicap ever!



  1. Does she know that people she's never even met are crazy about her? (namely me...) Totally worth it. And one-handed typing should be an olympic event OK?

  2. so true! enjoy...they turn THREE!

  3. Jennifer Hodson DespainNovember 11, 2009 at 3:05 PM

    the joys on the exploding feeling :)