It seems like every time I send one of these updates, I just write about the weekend. To be fair, that’s all I usually remember. As a parent, I have to live in the moment. If I lived with any sort of context, looking back at how the entire week went or looking forward to how the next week will likely go, I’d never get anything done. I’d spend all my time curled up in the fetal position crying. Yoda said to live in the moment, and he seemed to know what he was talking about. Then again, he couldn’t string a sentence together in the right order. Maybe he’s not the best role model for a writer.
The past few days have been potty training boot camp for Waffle. My wife chose this weekend because it’s three days long. That’s enough time for Waffle to either grasp the concept or to give up on civilization and go live with wolves. I’m not opposed to raising a feral child, although in that scenario I suppose it’s actually the wolves who would be raising her. I’m sure they would do a fine job. Ma…
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