Now that I’ve wiped my eyes from the tears brought on by this gift that just came in the mail, I’ve decided to share it with you.  “New Parent Apology Cards; 30 ways to apologize for your child — anytime, anywhere” is ever so hilarious.  Thank you, Joy and Andrew!  (Thank you also for the sweet book about sign language with our babies, we are TOTALLY wanting to do that).  Back to the apology cards… they are postcard-sized cards for leaving behind at a restaurant, with your seatmate on a plane, etc. for whatever mayhem occurred.  If only my mom had been carrying one when I explosively pooped on the man in the white linen suit sitting next to us on the plane when I was a couple weeks old!  I’m sure it would have made him feel better, I’m just sure of it!  I suppose it could be assumed that clothing in the late ’70s was in such a horrible state of fashion that I did him a favor by ruining that leisure suit, but I bet it didn’t feel that way at the time!  I may list a few of these as blogs in the future, and along those lines, here is your first installment, my apology to myself:

“It would be nearly impossible to overstate my current level of fatigue.  And for that, my poor body, I apologize.  While I do adhere to the Surgeon General’s mandate of eight hours of sleep (when jointly accounted over a period of three days), I know I am treating you poorly, like a tetherball that gets whacked violently just as it’s about to come to a stop.  No longer do I get tired; I AM tired.  And you have every right to retaliate by making me look like I’ve been camping in my backyard for the last week.  SORRY.”