I just finished Bossy Pants. And found myself getting sobby over her whole chapter on being a working mom. She writes about a book on working moms that her daughter brings home and her feelings on the content and concepts of this book.
My reaction to this story told me two things:
1. the folks that decided the working mom’s job was “witch” are obviously assholes
2. I was about to get my period.
Just drink it straight from the bottle, who needs a mixer?
I have just discovered the joy of listening to books. It’s kind of like going from snorting to shooting.
As in my addiction is getting out of hand.
In the past month I have listened to some kick-ass comedy though.
David Sedaris, Live at Carnegie Hall
Jenny Lawson, Let’s Pretend this Never Happened
And of course, Bossy Pants (Tina Fey).
I find that the short “snippet” books are best for me on my ride to and from work.
Actual books suck me in and leave me loathe to get out of my car and go into work.
The completely wrong impulse for the end of my work commute, really.
Dancing in the Minefields, great song on it’s own, by the way
On Mother’s Day I danced in the living room with my 3 year old in my arms and cried as I thought “this will be our song at his wedding” and then quickly remembered I sill can’t plan that far ahead.
It was the over the rainbow mix by Straight No Chaser.
I know this only because I had Pandora streaming through my TV and the artist displayed.
I will either love that song deeply for the rest of my life. Or despise it.
And that is my life at the moment.
It takes a village, or in my case, a thriving metropolis
Last night in a stunning display of my inability to plan for anything I mixed up the dates and couldn’t make a fundraising event for my mom’s group.
This resulted in my having yummy meals delivered to me by a wonderful woman (who was sweet enough to not only come by with my meals but to take a tour of our new camper and exclaim with delight at the prospect).
My husband reflected after she left, ” wow, it was good to see her. I think it’s been, what? four years?”
And I was struck dumb by how fucking fast life moves.
The absurdity of the truth, I can’t handle the truth
Summer is coming and we bought a camper! Yay! Yay! Yay?
As school winds down and I look at the calendar I realize that this will not in fact be our “year of the camper”.
Because this year I have a family reunion in GA. A beach house for a week in Virginia and a trip with my husband to Annapolis.
All good things. So, for now the camper will wait.
Next summer will be the summer of the camper.
I can’t wait.
Reunification, watered down, but still as tasty
Heading down to GA to see my kin.
It will be fun, and fast and fairly lame. All that family reunions should be.
I am taking only my bigger two. Logistical reasons only.
I do feel like it sends the wrong message that I am leaving the “foster kids” at home.
But I am also leaving my husband behind.
And much like them, I have every intention of keeping him.
I just can’t justify flying them to GA for a day and a half of fun and merriment (read: a “picnic” and dinner at an “active senior center”.)
yeah, not worth shelling out that much in airline tickets.
But I will sad not to have the whole brood in effect.
Because she said so, and she is always right, dammit
My eldest is coming into her own.
And I mean that in a good way. She has spunk (read: my bitchy side) and compassion (read:her dad’s side) and a good sense of humor (that could come from either side, really)
And she is ready for the birds and the bees talk. The real one. With real words.
And amazingly I find that I am ready too. (We are both maturing so nicely.)
What I am not ready for is how my message will be translated to her 6 year old brother.
And it will.
So, to all the mom’s of kindergartners in my son’s school — I am sorry.
I could wait til summer vacation – but, then you’d have nothing to add to your end of the year frenzy.
And where’s the fun in that?