One of them days

It's only 12:30pm and I'm already at my end. Munch-munch has been needy, weepy, teething, trying to stand and falling, then begging for "ma-mum-mummummm-maaaaabvvvfffff!" Attachment parenting was one thing when he was 9 pounds and quite another at 19.

I have on my list of things to do today: Submit Poem. Because what I really need is another rejection letter. And what every journal really needs is another poem from a stay-at-home-mother about her birth experience.