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Hello! Go Away! Come Back on Monday!

A comment from Tuesday's post: You really CAN'T afford to stay home, so stop acting like it. You're going to have to make huge sacrifices that will stress you out even MORE than when you were dropping your kid off at daycare. Tell the truth: you got fired and now you are pretending to freelance when all the while you're shitting yourself because you can't live off of one salary. Good luck. Ha! Quite a refreshing change from the good old days of Laura and her snippity preachiness about how I could TOTALLY afford to stay home if my husband... Read more →


Okay, so I promise you this website is NOT becoming a glorified camera-phone-moblog thing, but... Jason was going through his photos last night and found this one: This is the very first time I held Noah. The very first time we actually looked at each other in the eyes and said, "Hello, strange, puffy person. You are stuck with me now, bwa ha ha." Okay, what I actually said was: "Oh my God. Hi. Oh my God. I'm your mom. Hi." And then I cried. And Noah just kind of squawked and looked vaguely alarmed. I was wrecked. Tired. Shellshocked.... Read more →

Things I Will Miss, Part 2

I will miss my personalized office escape route. Fancy! Just like they got in them hotels! I have no idea why my company decided to post evacuation instructions in every office, kitchen, copy room and vaguely defined common area -- perhaps they were a little shaken by our brush with that cigarette-in-a-garbage-can fire, perhaps it's some kind of law these days, or perhaps they're simply trying to avoid a lawsuit when somebody gets hurt in a freak fax machine explosion because there was not a handy map of the office nearby and they forgot where the stairs are. I panicked!... Read more →

Things I Will Miss, Part 1

(In an attempt to chase the mommy war infighting out of my comments section with a big old broom, I will now bring you an ongoing series of things I will actually miss about coming to work.) (go on now, git! you no-good punk kids!) (waves broom menancingly) I will miss walking past this happy little fellow every morning. After an incident involving three fire trucks, two police cars, one ambulance, a garbage can and an improperly disposed-of cigarette, these futuristic sentry-like receptacles were placed by every entrance at my office. Quite frankly, I think they are ADORABLE, and I'm... Read more →

Mommy Dichotomy

This morning, I finally got up the nerve to tell Noah's daycare teachers that next Wednesday will be his last day. It was fun. FUN. Tomorrow, I think I'll just have someone lob bricks directly at my chest instead. They CRIED, people. IN FRONT OF ME. They handed me a camera so I could take their pictures with Noah. They asked if I would bring him back to visit. Then one of them had to leave the room. Then the other one told me how happy she was for me while her voice cracked and shook, and then she went... Read more →

Gearing Up For Writersblockapalooza 2006

Apologies for the lack of updates, but every time I see the whitey blankness of the New Post screen, I suddenly become completely entranced by those bright shiny oncoming headlights. Mama, please write something already. I want to go to college. How can I go to college if you don't write something already? No pressure though. I'm cool. Read more →

Freefalling, part two

I've been unemployed once before. It was 2001 and I was working at a small software start-up in Virginia -- one of those tiny outfits that spent a lot of time and effort telling people that it wasn't a dot-com, it had a PRODUCT, and even though the PRODUCT would pretty much eat your computer alive from the inside out and no one had ever bought a single copy of the PRODUCT, we had loads of funding and free soda and snacks in the kitchen. We'd had layoffs once before, and I survived miraculously by virtue of having the... Read more →

Plot Twist

So in case anybody was wondering which diaper bag I ended up going with... I didn't buy one. I quit my job instead. I quit. My job. Just now. Somebody tell me how to stop shaking. And maybe get me a paper bag to breathe into or something. I would also accept ideas on how to get this damn Tom Petty song out of my head. And I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...freeeelancing. OH MY GOD. OH MY HOLY HOLY GOD. Read more →

Sacred Beliefs

I believe that if you are stuck at home with a sick baby for the third day in a row, are getting sick yourself, are spending most of your time cleaning either 1) snot of various colors and consistencies, 2) antibiotic-fueled diarrhea or 3) hacking-cough-fueled vomit, and then the rest of the time trying to entertain a furious child who! will! not! be! entertained! and your throat hurts and the baby threw a spoon at your head and there is poop on your jeans but you aren't even going to change them because WHAT IS THE POINT ANYMORE, I firmly... Read more →

And the Reason is You

Reason Why I Haven't Posted In Days: Baby's first ear infection. Awesome! Thank you so much, daycare. (I HATE YOU.) Along with the ear infection, we've also got more snot than should be allowed to come out of a single human head, even a 90th percentile head, and a internal-organ-rattling cough that means Milk In, Vomit Out, But Only If Mama Is Holding You, Preferably With Your Mouth Aimed Down Her Bra. Reason Why I Kind of Hate My Dog Right Now: Reason Why I Love You Guys: "I want you to thank all your readers for those lovely comments.... Read more →