Fighting the Demogorgon
Today I got to spend a half-hour reading books to the baby in bed.
That was nice. He’s scared of my cast and there’s not much I can do to comfort him. And I am scared of my four-year-old. The split second he forgets and flops down onto bed could spell agony, so my husband has been keeping them both locked out of the bedroom.
I tried to watch the second season of “Stranger Things” today but the violence hits too close to home. Hard to take pleasure in battles with a demogorgon when it feels like one is affixed to your lower leg.
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