Its been a while since I was here. There has been lots of goings-on in my little world. I did a reading at College of St Scholastica (a paying gig!), been working (not-so-diligently) on my schooling, and dealing with the teething devil-baby. Good times. Someone posted something not too long ago that made me laugh, about how living with toddlers is like being at a frat party. How true that is! Multi-colored plastic cups in the bathtub, half-naked girl crying in the corner, the plethora of vomit, and my favorite, waking up with someone in your bed who wasn't there when you went to sleep, and all you can think is "gosh, I hope those underpants are clean!"
Really, though, I've missed this. Blogging gives me the chance to be inside my head, but not in the clouds like poetry. I can ignore the screaming baby, the dinner that won't cook itself, and my ever-present friend, Mt. Washmore.
My husband made a suggestion the other day that I quit my job. I entertained that notion for a while, since I would both love and hate to be a stay-at-home mom. I would have to give up my few luxuries that I enjoy: permanent hair removal, designer purses, and shoes. I thought about it, but then just decided that not having the ADULT human contact with other folks who are just as angry and educated as I am would drive me to suicide. I have learned to love them all, my co-workers. We are delightfully miserable in our situation. Although now I feel like I have a leg up because I could leave at any time and not be any worse for the wear.
I won't ever leave. That's not the point. The point is that I could if I wanted. Makes it just a little more bearable, I think.
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