Vocal Shackle

You ever have the feeling after leaving a place that you just talked the ear off whomever you were last speaking with?!

It's a syndrome of sorts I am sure.

You see, it occurs when we have spent a little to much time at home goo-gooing and gah-gahing over our little one and not enough time talking to an adult; so that when faced with an opportunity to string more then 2 sentences together we have verbal diarrhea over the closest willing ear.

Unless they are a parent themselves, I am sure they walk off with a need to lie down and have some space to themselves.

Whereas we walk off, bottling the slight high we have had, hoping that the conversation will sedate the need we have until the next opportunity to do it all over again.

So I encourage you, mothers and fathers of the world, go out and unleash the vocal shackle around your mouth. Your thoughts are important...and I want to hear it!

Sleep

Yawn

Cue Jay crying...

Of course.

So I feed her.

Yawn

She starts dozing...awesome.

I lay her down.

Yawn

Then I lay next to her. She is so cute.

I can't help but plant a kiss on her cute little forehead.

She starts to stir.

Whoops, I try to back away from her, to give her space.

Doesn't help.

Yawn

I pick her up and rock her to sleep...now the question is, can I get her back down without waking her...? Dare I try?

Yawn

I wonder if the candidates woke up feeling as exhausted as I did this morning.

I'm guessing that Michael Ignatieff and Gilles Duceppe hardly slept a wink last night, know what the morning would bring.

I couldn't imagine being responsible for a whole country-not today. Not today when I can't seem to get Jay to nap.

Yawn

I lay back on my pillow, she is cuddled into me, drooling on my chest.

The positive side of not running a country...

I can sleep whenever...whenever Jay lets me anyways.


Cue Jay waking up in tears...

Like I said, whenever Jay lets me.