Sinking to a new motherhood low, I hid in the pantry and ate a fudgecicle.
Sharing is for pussies.
"Play with me, Mommy!"
I can't seem to kick the nasty sickness that has invaded my body and I have no energy for my role as a parent.
I am in no mood to pretend I am a tree limb chipping machine or a firefighter and on one of my better days I would think that was sad.
These are NOT my best days.
Hiding in the dark pantry and wallowing in the hollow scoop of my maternal nadir, my two sophisticated reflections on parenting were,
"Why haven't I ever thought of hiding in here before?"and
"As God is my witness, I will never go pantryless again!"