When my oldest was born, it took several months for me to realize that I was quite a few marbles short of a full bag
But then those marbles started getting lost. They were slippery and round and they rolled under sofas and wall ovens and got stuck between slats of A/C vents. I tried holding on to them, but it was an exercise in futility.
When my oldest was born, it took several months for me to realize that I was quite a few marbles short of a full bag. I walked aimlessly around rooms I had no recollection of entering and found myself rocking the shopping cart at the supermarket, my baby’s cries always ringing in my brain. I gave up my job before they took it away from me.
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