Where it begins…

May 2, 2009 at 4:31 am (catching up, pieces of me, whimsically silly)

“All God’s children are not beautiful. Most of God’s children are, in fact, barely presentable.”

-Fran Lebowitz

I suppose this first bit ought to be an introduction of some sort, and so I shall oblige. . .

I am Me, wife to one and mother to the other of my two favoritest people in the world. That they are cherished above all else is in no way meant to imply that they are the easiest of creatures to manage. If simplicity is what you seek, I recommend cats; they’re nice, require next to no effort, AND fuzzy to boot. I have one, he’s great. I also am the caretaker of two exceptionally recalcitrant dogs, in addition to the afore-mentioned husband and child.

As if that wasn’t enough for one frail mortal to bear upon sloped shoulders, my determination not to return to work after the birth of my beloved daughter left us with a severe monetary deficiency. I had the exceptionally clever idea to fill that void by taking a couple of work-day children under my proverbial wing. Little man N is now 11 months old, and baby A is nearly 7 months old. Both of these little monsters angels have been hangin’ out at my place since they were around 2 months old. My own darling girl (who we shall refer to as any variant of the nickname ‘Teaglepuff,’ including Teagle, Puff or just plain old T) is 1, and swiftly approaching her 2nd birthday. Oh! And did I mention that I ended up with a part-time night job, anyway?


But I love them madly, every last one, and so it’s worth the trouble they get me into. Oftentimes I feel quite like Charlie must have on his great glass elevator – (Cracked as a crawfish) soaring uncontrollably into space, hemmed in by such fantastic notions as Vermicious Knids, Goolies, and the occasional Oompa-Loompa or two (Crazy as a crumpet). With nowhere to go to evade such nonsense I find it most effective to fall into it. The world of a toddler is a wonderful escape from the mundane, but you MUST remember to proceed with EXTREME caution, lest you become lost; A trail of breadcrumbs is seldom enough to find one’s way back into “reality”). Am I the mad one at this tea party? That, my friend, can only be determined by the other guests. It all depends on how you look at things anyway, (I highly recommended upside-down) and ultimately everything loops right back to where it started anyway, so maybe you shouldn’t bother to think about it. . .

As for the intro, I think I’ve said enough for one post:

I am mother, hear me whimper…

coming soon on Huginn, Muninn, and Me:
why we don't eat bubbles
the mystery of the disappearing elephant
noodles in my nose, part 1

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