by Mir | Sep 1, 2004 | Job? Huh?
I’m just sitting down to breathe, now. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Much better. The kids are in bed, all the paperwork Chickadee brought home for me is filled out, tomorrow’s lunches are packed, and I interviewed and lived to tell the tale. The Fantasy: I have most...
by Mir | Sep 1, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Last night I not only set Chickadee’s alarm, I turned it up to volume “wake the dead.” She’s something of a sound sleeper. So this morning, when Monkey and I were making his bed and getting him dressed and I still hadn’t heard her alarm,...
by Mir | Aug 31, 2004 | What do I do all day?
Does my outfit for tomorrow need to be ironed? I’ll have all morning tomorrow after the kids are at school. But I should probably just take it out and check it, just in case there’s some sort of Unforseen Outfit Emergency that I’m going to have to...
by Mir | Aug 31, 2004 | Retail Therapy
It is totally okay that I went and spent every penny I saved on groceries yesterday at Trader Joe’s this morning, because food is necessary for survival. And I totally wasn’t going to survive without sweet potato french fries, guacamole, organic fig bars,...
by Mir | Aug 30, 2004 | Detritus
I was reading this post and found myself feeling very jealous that Melissa’s boobs got to go on an excursion. I mean, just look how happy they are! You go, girls! But what about me? Because, after all, everything is either totally about me or damn well should...
