Category: when the world is too much with us

If that bitch, World, isn’t open to negotiating with parents and insists on staring down the well-intentioned sleep deprived, hands on its Costco-shopping, NASCAR-jacket-wearing, Miley-Cyrus-twitching hips, then maybe the compromises have to take place elsewhere.  Like within the well-intentioned sleep deprived. Certainly, new parents have a few blissful months–even years–in which their personal values dominate, in…