Original Artwork by Allie Brosh
I remember coming across this blog post by the insanely talented writer and artist Allie Brosh when it was first published. Everyone was all, “Allie’s back!” and I was all, “Who’s Allie?” So I started reading, and I couldn’t stop. Plus, she draws, which I can’t do for beans, so I was doubly impressed.
Allie has since had one book published, but I just found out that while her second book was to be published this month, it has been postponed indefinitely. She hasn’t posted a new blog post – or even a new tweet – in years. She kind of disappeared. I hope that she didn’t disappear into the fog of depression again. I hope that wherever she is, she’s happy and snarky and loving it.
I read “Depression Part Two” before I read “Adventures in Depression” (which could have been titled “Depression Part One” if she had known at the time there would be a Part Two.) And while the latter is exceedingly good, the former is really the best explanation of depression I’ve ever read ever ever.
I was talking to a sister-cousin-friend today, trying to explain just this very thing. And then I remembered what Allie wrote. So now sister-cousin-friend can simply read this and know what I was trying to say.
Being on maternity leave is great. Being home with the baby, having all this time with her, bonding with her, blah blah. All good.
You know what’s not good? The four walls of my house suffocating me all day.
Stu works from home, and he talks often about how he needs to just get out of the house because he he needs to just get out of the house. And while Stu works alone at home, he’s often on the phone or online with other people, having adult conversations, and making stuff happen.
I’m just doing everything I can to get her to sit up. I need to get out.
And so, Amira and I don’t stay home. We go out. We go anywhere. And over the months, I’ve compiled a list of the 6 best places to go with babe in stroller. Since I’ve done the legwork, allow me to share.
There are two women in my life right now who are single by chance, but mothers by choice. Both of them decided it was time to stop waiting for the right guy, took matters into their own hands, and are now wonderful mothers to two beautiful baby girls.
They both have support around them from family and friends, but by and large, they’re riding this wave alone. And I have to say, I’m so in awe so of them. Because I have no idea how they are doing this alone.
It’s one of the biggest cliches in the world, and nothing has ever been more true: Parenting is the hardest thing in the world. I know there are single parents all over the place who do it alone, and do it well. And I have to say, hats off to you. Because doing it with two people, and only one baby, already makes me feel like I’m in over my head.
A friend recently told me about a parenting book she was reading, and it included a section called something like “Babies need Mummies and Mummies need Daddies.”
I totally get this concept.