I wistfully wish that I could be a mom like this woman. Some days I manage it, but most days I don't. Still, her weekly update is there for my inspiration. On rough days, I like to remember this quote:
"It's a good-parent moment: the rare kind, when I feel confident and capable. Usually I feel more like I'm juggling a dozen quail eggs out in the sleet."
So it's not just me.
I do hope I've conjured some patience out of some mystical bottomless fountain tomorrow, because I'm trapped here now. Two wheels are literally about to fall off the van, so I have no choice but to stay at home with my two small children and my ultra-Catholic father-in-law. I feel guilty even saying that. He has let us live here nearly rent-free for over a year, but oh the bliss I've had this weekend while he was out of town. No worries about being judged; I even skipped dinner, and fed Pearl a Bunny Face dinner: a bowl of cottage cheese with a banana broken in half for the ears, and the face drawn with apple pieces. She loved it, and I didn't have to cook, or feel guilty for not cooking. Not that Grandpa makes me feel guilty, just... damn. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? I feel like I'm under scrutiny the whole time, even if I'm not. Like a Perma-Guest. I can't just be... at home. That will change soon though. We've found a little town to live in, and now we just have to find the perfect house in that little town. I think we may have that down, too. And if I just keep thinking about that, maybe the broken car won't bother me so much.
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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all words � ME, 2005.