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It’s David’s birthday today, which means that he turns the same age I did three and a half years ago.  Sweet kid, my husband. I’ve told him before that I think he was insane for marrying me at the age he did–he was only 23 on our wedding day (I was a couple weeks shy of 27, which seems young to me, too, now that I’m sooo much older and wiser).   A baby, he was.  When I was twenty-three I had absolutely no clue what was going on with my life.  I am hoping he had more of a solid idea at that age than I, since, you know, he was all pledging his eternal love and whatnot.  But he loves me.  That’s pretty cool. David cleans bathrooms on Saturday mornings, and makes sure the stainless steel on the fridge and oven are spotless, a little because he thinks it’s right to share the work, and a lot because he wants his daughters to see that household chores aren’t assigned by gender.  He comes home from work, puts his bag on the ground…

We Gonna Party Like It’s Your Birthday

We had two birthday parties for Saoirse Sunday. Yes, that’s what I said. Two birthday parties, one right after the other.  Saturday, we were doing our “homework” around the house to prep it for listing, since we’re supposed to meet with our agent this week. I’m typing this right now from my spot on the (recently decluttered) floor, face down on the carpet, slightly catatonic, quietly begging for somebody to bring me some wine. Here’s how it went down: Saturday morning, I cleaned out a bunch of miscellaneous stuff, the biggest being the playroom, again. Most everything is gone: a bunch of stuff is in the trunk of David’s car on the way to our local charity’s drop-off center, a bunch of other toys were packed away into bins and bags for the crawl space, which is quickly filling up. David was flying around the house, doing the heavy lifting, replacing lighting fixtures in a bathroom, alternating between cursing under his breath and whistling 50 Cent songs (you know, because it’s her birthday). There were trips to Lowe’s, and a lot…