It’s come to this.
That, indeed, is a picture of my two-year-old in the bathtub and my steak sitting on the counter. Never mind the clusterfargo of bottles and shampoos and towels on the counter, that’s called sharing a bathroom with a toddler. I’ll come back to the picture in a moment.
I want to talk right now to those of you reading this blarg who don’t have kids, who are planning to have kids, who don’t have kids yet, or who occupy any other spot on the spectrum between definitely-not-having-kids-ever and having-kids-tomorrow. I know you’ve read the blogs and websites and books about having a child and the way it will change your life. It’s all true. Continue reading