Hi friends,
I’ve been feeling pretty disconnected from the world lately. It’s just me, Sam, and round-the-clock care for our 4-week-old son.
I miss Saturday and Sunday Zoom calls with fellow writers. I miss reading essays and listening to podcasts. I miss Twitter. It’s amazing how a simple thing like Twitter kept me feeling so connected to people through this pandemic. But lately I don’t have time for it. My first priority is George. My second priority is sleep and eating. My third priority is my weekly essay and newsletter. And that’s about all I can handle these days.
So in an attempt to connect more with you - my awesome readers - and in the spirit of Bill Simmons’ mailbag and Cheryl Strayed’s Dear Sugar column, I’d like to ask you for questions.
Ask me anything! What would you like me to write about in an upcoming blog post? Topics might include but are not limited to: pregnancy, parenting, family dynamics, marriage, exes, alcohol, drugs, embarrassing moments. If you don’t have a specific question but would like to read about a certain topic, just reply with the topic.
If you don’t have a question and don’t care about what topic I write about, reply anyway and let me know what’s going on in your life.
Just reply and say hi. I need this.
Blog of the Week
Some women orgasm while giving birth.
I wrote an essay about this phenomenon and my personal experience during labor.
Spoiler Alert: I did not have an orgasm while giving birth. But that’s not really the point.
Parental Meltdown
I had a great plan.
If George wouldn’t stop crying after an hour of my feeding him, burping him, and holding him, I’d give him a bottle and everything would be right in the world.
But when I tried to give him the bottle he wouldn’t take it.
After already spending the previous hour trying to console my crying baby, I looked into his screaming red face as he appeared to be choking on his own saliva, and I completely lost my shit.
I had to hand George over to Sam as I stomped around the room like a child, cursing and pulling out my hair, unable to understand why my perfect plan had gone awry. If anyone had seen me I would have been mortified.
I like to be in control. I like to make plans. I like to have a day. I’m learning that I get none of these things now.
Do all new parents lose their shit like this? Or do I just suck at parenting?
You don’t have to answer that.
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Until next week,
Charlie
Q to write about: The importance (or not) of organized (coach-led) sports for children? As a coach I'm curious about your take (which I think I know) but more importantly...why?