Morning

Told the HV at the library that I've been having rages. Since I seem to be starting another period now, almost two weeks after the last one, I need outside people to know that the PMS is starting up again.

Also, I need a lot more refined sugar. ALL THE CARBS ARE BELONG TO ME.

One of the things words can't encompass

and photography can't capture and art cannot describe, is the feeling of a soap-slippery baby in the shower, wriggling and laughing while I wash the soap out of the creases around her neck, water beading on her face and slicking her hair down dark.

Warm rain is just about the BEST, apparently.

(Also, before I pick her up, she likes the sound of the shower enough that I can stand in it and get fully, properly washed before she gets bored.)

Feels like I've achieved nothing today

This is not true, this is demons. But nonetheless I feel it.
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Hauling out the old words

http://ailbhe.livejournal.com/608880.html

Don't be strong, you mothers.
Scream for help. Be weak.
There in the strength of others
You will find the peace you seek.
Don't be strong, you mothers.
Cry out, cry long, cry loud -
Don't stand all alone with your baby
Weeping unheard in the crowd.
Don't be strong, you mothers.
Don't waste your strength on this.
Reach out, let others help you.
That's what they want. It is.