Today Nathaniel and Serena went snow tubing with The Ex while I stayed home with Mr. Talk to the Hand, the child who would not eat and apparently has been spending some time with the Diarrhea Fairy (the explosive sound in the diaper is a dead giveaway).
I wrote about snow tubing not long ago on Strollerderby; would you like to see? Oh. Damn. I think I’ve already linked to that one. Well, how about this one, about cookie-cutter parents? Sorry about that. I’ve been writing about Britney Spears! And Michael Jackson! And American Idol! all things I never dreamed in a million years I’d be writing about, much less getting paid for it! (and I can feel the brain cells dying off, jumping ship)
(It’s actually kind of fun though, like in college when I situated myself with a couple of friends by the entrance to the cafeteria and we’d just talk about everyone who came in, making up lives for them if we didn’t know them.)
I do have dreams about my writing, though, and one day you shall see their fruit, I promise.
So remember a while ago when I told you that my mom has been reading my blog? Well, she still reads it. And that’s totally okay, because what I didn’t say at the time was that My Mom Is Cool. No, really! She goes to me after we talked about what I wrote about, the shock and all of finding that she’s been reading my blog, and she goes, well, whispers, actually, “You know, I say the f-word too.”
No, really!
She really is cool. What I like is that somehow I have transcended all the mom-and-daughter stuff I carried around with me, and now when we talk it’s like just talking to another person with whom I happen to share a lot of memories. Not momly at all. I had no idea this would ever happen, but I can say right now that I am in favor of it.
Now I have to work on my dad.
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