well, any ambivalence towards the big sprinklers is past.

Her self-absorption and enthusiasm were very good, my commute and a cold and the start of 3 days of single-parenthood crushed me today, it was all I could do to sit upright at the picnic table and act concerned when she got the urge to pee herself. There was nothing to be done about any of this moist dirtiness anyway once it begun, and in 105 what could I do?I knew this would end in her bonking and me carrying her back to the car; the pee was just one more indignity to go with the mud and grass i was gonna have wrapped around me while i hoofed her ass to her carseat. No point in delaying the acceptance of my servitude toward t.Human.

The bitch was she just woke up more the later it got. I finally had to drag her to bed at 10 and read a couple books through my own closed eyes, then shut out the lights, then say “sleeping. no more books.” It makes me understand more profoundly Beckie’s situation as the object of G’s obsession, but it makes me more confused by her willingness to be pushed around by G, and more worried about adding another demanding dependent to the picture.