So, this is what happens when you’ve spent what you think is a good amount of time working on domestic stuff, and then you move to some online stuff:
I worked this morning, making a delicious Three Sisters Stew out of Moosewood (squash, corn, beans). I made a brownie since it is Tucker’s birthday. I did up a little of the dishes. I threw a load of laundry in.
But I knew I had some email I needed to return, and I wanted to do a little reading for class, and I wanted to blog!! The big kids had a half day of school, so I set them about doing some chores (you know a 5-year-old can empty the dishwasher, it just takes for damn ever because she has to drag a stool back and forth between the cabinets).
I sneak out of the kitchen to my room, put my feet up on my bed, open the laptop. Commence reading.
I surface from Weinberger for a moment to notice that the baby is quiet. Hm. A quiet baby means: 1) he’s playing in the toilet, 2) he’s eating catfood, 3) he’s digging in the catbox, 4) he’s climbed onto the counter and is taking knives out of the block, or 5) he’s sleeping, which I knew for sure he wasn’t doing.