Margot's writings

Tag: sleep

  • Your rose, your thorn, and your bud

    My friend Tyler’s buddy asks his kids this question every night: “What are your rose, your thorn, and your bud?” Your rose is the happiest moment of the day. The thorn, the worst part of your day: what’s bothering you or keeping you back. And your bud is what you’re excited about learning or doing next. […]

  • You know you’re a parent when…

    1. “a night out” means dinner out 2. you too eat buttered pasta several times a week 3. six hours is a dreamy stretch of sleep 4. your time is…forget it. you have no time. 5. the statement “it’s a whole new universe” sums it up

  • the Holiday bawl

    I bawled on Christmas Eve day. It was a hearty, completely-losing-it weepfest. It felt pretty good to cry as I fought to finish the handmade cherry pie. As my daughter didn’t take her afternoon nap. Oh yes, woe! I was wallowing in woes. Most of my own making.

  • This Time

    My task now is to follow Story’s lead: to embody the belief that it will all turn out. It’s much easier said than done. I feel the familiar anxiety when I consider going back to work, and how much time I have left before then. How can we do it? What about the next time Rafael’s gone? What about when he’s gone AND I’m working AND we have two kids? See how easy it is to go cuckoo? I know you do.

  • Due Date

    Yes, I’m waiting to go into labor. On the other side of it, I can imagine holding her. That new baby smell. I can imagine having a family of four, and it being a sweet sweet thing. I can also imagine the first few weeks and months being hard. The agony of sleep deprivation, the bitch I might become at times. In between those future events and today, there’s the reality that I’m going to have a crazy fucking physical experience in which I will open up and a tiny human being will emerge…from me!

  • Knocked Up and Feeling Down

    You’re not supposed to be depressed when you’re pregnant. You’re supposed to feel lucky and blessed to have the Power of Breeding. You should feel smug, as this song, recently shared by a FB friend, reminded me: “Pregnant women are smug. Everyone knows it. But nobody says it. Because they’re pregnant.” It’s kind of catchy. If I wasn’t so depressed, or pregnant, I’d laugh.

  • The passage of time, the passage of Minos

    With Minos’ inevitable passing, I’m pushed off the mesa of my young adult life.