> A grammar game! I know someone who would love this. But I shouldn't make fun, especially since I want to buy the book it's based upon. UPDATE: I bought the book. I loved it. Go get it now!
Emma observes: "Do you know why we flush the toilet?"
"Uh, why don't you tell me?"
"Because if we pee on top of pee, and keep doing it, the water might 'SPLODE. And that wouldn't be good."
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(I know what you're thinking. And no, we do not have nuclear urine.)
<saturday august 14, 2004 - 11:11 a.m>
I've finally uploaded some of the photos from our visit to Niagara Falls. See main page.
Have a great weekend,
a.
<thursday august 12, 2004 - 11:52 p.m>
Book launch event update:
My hair hadn't looked this awesome in a long time. I had it goin'. I was glossed and primped and Ready To Go.
On the flip side, I also went there with one inflamed eyebrow (note to self: do not enlist in savage plucking mere minutes before leaving for important event in well-lit restaurant where people will be TAKING PHOTOS) ... and one red earlobe. (Second note to self: do not wear earrings which have languished in jewlery box for unspecified amount of time. There is usually a reason for this.)
I wore the right outfit (I chose NOT to go with the cleavage), and I thought I was being SO smart by taping down the front of my undershirt so my belly wouldn't peek out from between my low-rise pants and my high-rise funky pink shirt. My plan worked, and I congratulated myself at many points during the evening. There's nothing worse than someone tugging at their clothes. But at the end of the evening, when I tried to peel off the tape (it was double-sided), a large portion of it just stuck to my shirt. Crap. And there it will remain until further notice.
Otherwise, all went smoothly. I schmoozed right along with the rest of 'em. And I lived to tell about it. Off to bed,
a
<12:11 p.m>
I truly admire parents who stay at home with their children on a full-time basis. It's hard work, harder than any "paid" work I've ever done, and that includes the summer I spent hawking credit cards at Zellers ... where my pay was based on how many people I convinced to sign on the dotted line.
I still feel dirty.
The things I found hardest about being a SAHM:
Getting out of bed in the morning
Entertainment. Every day I struggled with our choice of activities. So which park shall we go to today?
Creative lunches and snacks
Getting them both to nap at the same time
Trying to keep a clean house
Cleaning is not my strong suit. It is on my list of Least Favourite Things to Do in the Whole World. In fact, it's this last part about being at home that depressed the crap out of me. Still does.
All of these things can add up to quite the drudgery, though punctuated with frequent ROI (Return on Investment) when the girls are especially sweet or funny. Like many jobs, parenting is full of bad days, but full of good days too.
I've always known that I could never been one of those Super Devoted Moms who take on the role of Mother until their children are old enough to move out of the house. My neighbor, for example, has been a SAHM for ten years.
Even though I am at home with the girls, I don't consider myself a SAHM, but a WAHM. There's a difference here. I have something else to occupy my brain and time. And that something brings some bacon to our table. And come September, I'll have much more time to work.
I am immensely happy to be a WAHM. Although it adds a lot to our schedule, and ultimately takes away from cleaning time (boo hoo), it is very satisfying and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Tonight I'm going to a launch party for a book to which I contributed. I'm drafting a 50-word bio to accompany an article I wrote for ReadyMade. (It is taking me awhile to write it. Fifty words is a harsh limit for someone as long-winded as myself.)
I love it.
Writing is the ultimate portable job. A lot of writing isn't done while sitting in front of a computer. For example, I worked while we were at the park yesterday. The girls were playing while I scribbled in my notebook on a nearby bench. I bring that notebook everywhere I go, and I use it.
It's times like these that I realize I have the best job ever, the best of all worlds. And for some reason, making countless lunches isn't as much of a struggle as it used to be. I just wish someone would hire me a maid. :)
It's times like these that I realize I have the best job ever, the best of all worlds. And for some reason, making countless lunches isn't as much of a struggle as it used to be. I just wish someone would hire me a maid. :) 
