mrs. sauce's blog

I need some help here. my partner comes from a pretty fractured family. His mom is mohawk, adopted into a white family and herself 'passes' as white intentionally. His father is metis, irish and rom, but is not interested in talking about anything but the irish side. Our relationship with them is tenuous so I don't feel comfortable talking to them about this and either does mr sauce. Mr sauce identifies as 'a mix' but doesn't go into it much more than that.

As pathetic as this is, something I really look forward to throughout the week is being able to go to the bathroom and take a dump on my own with no interruption or intrusion from my children on Saturday mornings. Mr Sauce is home to make breakfast and care for the children while I poop. One of the hardest things for me about having little kids is the lack of personal physical space, it always seems like someone is touching me, hanging off me and generally demanding 100% of my attention. Last night both the kids slept beside me and I woke up feeling claustrophobic and hostile.

this morning I woke up at 7:50 am, the exact same time the saucette was born exactly a year ago. in the same room she was born. i nursed her and we got up, she pointed to the exact spot on the floor where she came into the world and said "baby!". it was magic.