Being withchild is a shared experience. The house is a lot lonelier these days with Thewife staying at her mom's. Childcarrying ills are all the rage and I oscilate between the extremes of (i) drowning myself in work, (ii) feeling like, quote-unquote, a useless piece of shit, and (iii) dutifully emptying out the vomitbucket and driving out repeatedly to buy very specific drinks. My powerlessness in all this is humbling. I cried out to Thealmighty the other evening hoping to receive some retort of sympathy. Instead, Thealmighty had this for a reply: "It's true, you are useless. But you're not worthless." Sweet comfort.
