Random thought

I never notice the age of this building like when I try to quietly move through our place when Gillian is asleep. In some places, I swear the floors are so thin from 100 years of sanding that I might just fall through one day. Until then, like an expanse of landmines, I will continue to try to make mental maps of where the creakiest floorboards are, and do my best to avoid them-particularly at nighttime and during naps (which is almost all the time). See? Even walking and not waking the baby takes a game plan. Parental life is complicated. I am told it only gets more so. I wait in breathless anticipation.