Krista posts about her productivity schedule now compared to before she was injured. Here, again, a moment for me to pipe up: mothers are differently-abled beings. Now, I don’t say this for sympathy (I’m over it, Mom). And I don’t mean to say that mothers don’t choose their lot as mothers (though some don’t get… Continue reading me getting stuff done (productivity)
My little sis had her first baby yesterday morning. I’m happy to report that her labor and delivery (a planned home birth) went nearly perfectly. He was 8lbs 2ozs (21 ins) and I can’t wait to meet him next week. In other news: Brian started tearing walls out today, officially commencing the second floor remodel,… Continue reading welcome, Grayson Herbert Zoldan
Tyratae offers up a meme that I could not resist, simply because I have lived in SO many places that home is a leech-slippery idea for me. “Where’re you from?” people ask. Uh. Planet Earth? Council Bluffs, IA Minden, IA Pacific Junction, IA Valparaiso, NE Waukegan, IL Beach Park, IL Kenosha, WI Daguao, PR Norfolk,… Continue reading whereever you go, there you are
A fab party last night for our outgoing grad prog director yielded this conversation with another toward-PhD mom: me: Well, since you’ve got a new house, you should have us over for dinner. <grin> she: Uh, no. My house, however new, is a mess. me: Yah, like we care. I’m certain our house is messier… Continue reading do I read? or clean?
So, I’ve been fretting lately, here and elsewhere, about the baby. Or toddler. Or monster demon child. I was on the phone with my cookie mom** today, and the baby walks by me and lets loose with a shriek that would wake Hades. Just for the hell of it, apparently, because he was not hurt… Continue reading a day of not-quite firsts
Just came across this via susansinclair. I always *felt* this way, that people who don’t have kids could only attempt to sympathize with or understand those of us whose lives are marked by the indelible smear of vernix. It’s just nice to hear someone else say it, so I don’t have to.
1. It’s 4:01 and I’m still in the sweatshirt and pants I slept in. I would admit to not even brushing my teeth yet, but I won’t. 2. Monster toddler turns off computer as I’m working on methods essay. 3. Monster toddler climbs on the curtains as I attempt to hem them, breaking the last… Continue reading the perils of being a stay-at-home