Without even being aware of it, I have been domesticated, a fact which has been brought to my attention only tonight. Only two years ago, I was able to survive four months separation from my newborn daughter with scarce giving it a thought, now I feel incredibly upset and unhappy because our second child, Powee, one of my most prized 'possessions' and the apple of my discriminating eye, fell asleep before I could take him upstairs and put him to sleep myself on our bed as I usually do.

I keep on imagining him waiting for me to get him, and the thought is wrenching at my heart. I won't be surprised to find the word 'Parent' branded on my hip, the way they mark livestock. I can't believe its gone this far. I can't believe i'm this far gone.