Control

chase  ·  Tue, Aug 11, 2015

Last night we decided that we’d go to bed early, wake up at 6am, and nudge a well-rested Misty into labor with a dose of castor oil. But in the night we were awoken twice by text messages, and twice by the sound of our cat Sophie heaving her stomach juices onto the carpet. It made me realize how much we’re still trying to be in control, and how persistently life is going to keep reminding us that we’re not.

Until we get it.

Soon, life, soon.