A new word! Okay, not a verbal word… a signed word.
March 22, 2011
March 14, 2011
Strikes Suck, or The Strike That Was Actually ‘Giving Notice’
[Disclaimer: I've been wanting to write this for a few months now... but, well, I have a baby, so I haven't had time to really get my thoughts "on paper". Hence, you're getting the "I've come to terms with it" version rather than the impassioned "Strikes really suck" version.]
On Tuesday, December 28th, Joshua went on strike. A nursing strike.
I almost would have preferred that he had a picket sign and started chanting “Hell No, I won’t go!” over the heart-wrenching rejection (crying, arching/turning/pushing away) that he gave me. No, not rejecting *me*… he rejected my breasts.
