Both our humanities slipping away on the wave after wave of naplessness. This was never meant to be a record of a toddler's naps. But toddlers fill the empty hours--her humanness pushing out mine. That's not what a mother is supposed to think. But when there's no time to be a human, no silence, no room to not be touched--there's nothing left for either of us. Or jesse either.
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