Sea sick yet still docked

Wow. 320 posts. I can't believe I've written that many posts. What started as a way to get through a tortuously boring, but well paid work day has become a way to tortuously bore you, dear reader. I hope you are at least getting well paid.

I have L in a wrap on me and I'm rocking from side to side while I type this to keep him asleep. The effect on me is one of sea sickness...blech. Ever since there was a recall of that one type of baby sling that looked like a big hammock bag (that so obviously was not safe for a baby to sleep in), people, who don't know about slings, but know about the recall, look at me like I'm a monster when I go out with him in my sling. They try to peek as if to check that I am carrying a real live child and not a smothered one. Well, thanks total stranger! I would never have thought to verify the aliveness of my son without your concerned cranking of the neck in my direction.

T is playing some weird ass french music that sounds like nintendo games being played overdubbed with what sounds like "on the scene" news reporting from the front lines in french and then all that is mixed by a DJ in a club from a drug-induced dream sequence in a movie where someone is stumbling through a dark dance floor, while the room spins around them and people stick their faces in the way with maniacal expressions and grimaces and strobe lights flash and go-go girls with vampire fangs and real blood on their mouths gyrate in cages.

It has the effect of sea sickness...try it here : blech!

L is stirring. Must go walk circles to keep him in a sleep trance.