Loading ...Today my mother asked me, “So how old are you going to be tomorrow?”
And I answered “Forty-somethingmumblemumble”.
And she began waxing nostalgic about the day they brought me home when I was adopted. I had colic for 6 months, and she ended up in the hospital from nervous exhaustion (how sentimental). She also told me the doctor kept me on paregoric for the entire six months. 
Boy, them was the good ole days, eh. When you could dose your baby to high-heavens with a tincture of opium, just to keep’em from crying.
Though it sounds like my mom could’ve used a nice big dose of soothing tincture herself.
Buy me a beer!
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Che,
Please stop. You’re making me cry. Nothing is so touching as stories of drugging your baby and then having a little nervous breakdown yourself. It is what motherhood is all about.
And fatherhood too if my experiences are anything to go by.
And this is two days in a row where I thought, “I should post something to SP” only to open it up and see wonderful missives by you.
That also touches my heart because it means that I could relax and not post anything myself.
Yeah, it started out as a touching little story about the day they brought me home, then turned into a horror story about my colicky 6 months, an emotionally fragile mom, and a drunken grandmother. (forgot to mention the part about the drunken grandmother)
I guess its too much to expect any story about my family to be sweet and sentimental. But at least it validated my decision to never spew progeny from my loins.
It was a happy day for them. And a sad day for Allen Ludden and some poor unsuspecting flight attendant who had the misfortune to guest on Password.
And in a circumspect, roundabout kind of way i get a hint of a festive day today?
Happy circumspect roundabout day Che!!
One bottle for baby, and one bottle for mommy. Better living through opiates! Motherhood is difficult you know, and they just need those sweet, sweet medications. Not sure what we did before medications. Chew poppy leaves or summat?