Internet, when Leta was five months old, we let her cry herself to sleep. Hello, my name is Heather, and I am a baby killer.
I wrote about it a few times and was told in no uncertain terms that when I die and am standing at the judgment bar of God that he will not bring up all those times I had sex before I was married, or that handful of times I smoked pot and got so paranoid that I locked myself in a closet (the police wouldn't look in there!), or the fact that I find Bill Clinton really sexy, no. God is going to shake his head and ask me why I didn't love my baby. And then I'd be sentenced to share a bunk with John Gotti in a cell next to the public toilets in Hell.
....my philosophy is that you do what you have to do to make you and your family a functional unit. Whatever works.
Keep it REAL girl! Keep it real.
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