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(Does it seem like I am continually tooting my own horn?!? I apologize to you dear reader, but this blog is one of my most important tools for both validating and making sense of the world. Or, at least my place in it.)

I have much to write. I spent a good part of the afternoon scribbling on the back of envelopes while my husband drove us from errand to errand.

Unfortunately, now does not feel like the right time to take the time to spend transcribing my scribbles into blog posts. We’re working on finding (and using) more family time and more constructive personal time and more time to efficiently and without stress keep house in a way that is comfortable for everyone. (Yeah, it may be a long shot but we’re working on it! So, like, don’t mock us!)

But, soon. Very soon. We hope. Maybe. I will attempt, in my most eloquent fashion, to ponder, analyze, and dissect the more complex issues in my life and also to expound upon this wonderful, magical, time-demanding gift of feeling and then watching a human being grow from pinhead to walking, talking, electro-maniac.

Again, however, this is not the time.

But, I did want to take a quick moment to say that Paul and I not only grocery shopped for the entire week and beyond. We did not only plan out our meals for the week so that the question “What’s for dinner?” will cease to provoke mental and emotional breakdowns (and occasionally threaten the stability of our marriage). We actually prepped all of our meals ahead of time– cutting veggies, opening cans, and browning ground turkey– and placed them in freezer bags (that I am, by the way, washing and recycling) so that they will be ready to be thrown at 5:45 in the morning into our dainty little crock pot to simmer all the live long day and be ready when we arrive home.

Are we the pinnacle of organized family life or what!!!

Let’s see how long that lasts?, you say! Oh, you unattractive, pimple-laden pessimists! How we will prove you wrong! And how we will do it with such smug, delicious self- satisfaction!

Tonight, bags of jambalaya! Tomorrow, the world!

(Speaking about taking over the world, Alaska’s lovely, well-spoken, quick-on-her-feet, hair-sprayed and spanked governor, Mrs, Sarah I’m-using-my-special-needs-baby-to-promote-my-career-in-a-way-that-makes-
this-mom-uncomfortable Palin is in our quaint little NC city at this very moment. I thought I was disappointed that I couldn’t go, but now that I see on live broadcast the number of Palin-addicted weirdos that actually showed up for the rally, I am happy to be safe at home.)

(Oh yeah, and I apologize if you are a Palin fan. I respect your opinion and your intelligence but I do not share your views.

So, Silas is feeling better! He seems to be getting back into his sleeping groove– going to bed last night at 7:30 (Praise the Lord!) and napping as I write this (Can I get an Amen!) Yesterday afternoon, we were actually able to spend some quality time rolling the ball around in the yard without any sign of a meltdown, and then, brace yourself, Paul and I were not only able to watch a movie together, we were able to cuddle up while we watched it! And if that wasn’t enough, my awesome hubby managed morning duty all by himself and I got to sleep in until 9:30! Oh, how sweet life is!

Now, you know and I know, that I am doing my best at the glass half full thing. So, I would like to squelch any possible mis-readings even before I begin. My tone for the remainder of this post will be bathed in the bright light of sarcasm. I am not, in any way, shape, or form, honestly complaining. I am only paying homage to the fact that I am now living in a household in which I am a gender minority and the majority has already begun gaining power-by-number and using its iron-fisted methods of oppression. I am the clear underdog.

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I have been forbidden to get on my blog and write posts in which I am inherently negative or in which I attempt to psychoanalyze myself. It probably does not come as a surprise that I use my blog as a sort-of cathartic public cleansing ritual. I throw myself out into cyberspace and feel like I’ve gone to confession. Without the irritating repentance part.

But, sometimes, I must admit, I regret having posted. I get a knot in my stomach thinking that maybe I’ve been too sarcastic, too honest, too intimate, too banal. Sometimes, I get obsessive about my posts. Analyze myself even further. Wonder if I sound like a total psycho-loser.

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At work, I am in dress shoes, slimmers and fit tops, mascara and earrings and styling foam. At home, I am bra-less, sagging, and bare foot, often with bed head and tiny spaghetti sauce hand prints on my tank top.

At work, I am a professional, an actor, a career gal. A woman fit nicely into the long box of a specified role. At home, I sometimes find it difficult to determine just who I am. A woman who must multi-task, split between a host of roles and personalities.

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Be Careful What you Wish for.
Curiosity Killed the Cat.
Build it, they will come.
And so on and so forth forever into the dark, lustful night.

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About 30 minutes ago I commented to my husband about how, when I get home from work, I would like, just once, to be able to sit down on the back deck and relax. ‘Cause that just ain’t been happenin’ since I’ve become a workin’ mama.

So, in the spirit of all cosmic coincidences in which “you [might not] always get what you want… but, you get what you need”, I’d like to give a Hoo-Yah to toddlers heading to bed early and without a fuss, to patio furniture received for Mother’s Day, for Marigolds and a pumpkin patch that not only outlasted the drought but are vying to be prizewinners, and for cool, mild October temperatures and leaves just beginning to change. Oh yeah, and for Flying Dog Double Dog IPA. Ahhhhhh… A toast to my Calgon moment!

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As I ran my finger along the inside of the sour cream container hoping to scrape any last bits of one of my favorite dairy delights, I realized that I must have been high when I made that pledge to go vegan…