This is a picture a friend took of Dylan and I last summer in New York. We met for lunch at Whole Foods in Tribeca, which is why my stained bag of soup is featured here. Dylan is his usual adorable self, if smaller and with less hair. I look tired and harried. My usual mamma self.
I think here my expression is telling my old friend, "Last time I saw you, we were 27-year-old idiots without a care in the world. Now I'm ten years older and perhaps just as many pounds heavier. Please don't forget I was fun once." Or maybe I was saying "I beg of you to push the kid around the block for a few hours and let me nap. I'll give you my soup." I was very tired.
I still am. The sleeping madness has returned.
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