I have not been posting much lately and this is not by lack of life issues to comment on. But my thesis is off for revision and while I wait with bated breath for my supervisor’s latest round of “constructive feedback”; I have reverted to a less scholarly, more motherly, daily schedule. Liberated from self-imposed laptop bondage, I find that the opportunities to write are getting fewer while the need for distraction is getting, well, non existent. Life as a full-time mother of five is a never-ending succession of distractions.
I usually write my posts between 6 and 7 am over coffee. Over the last month, a full shift of construction guys has been pouring into my house at 7:30 sharp, making sitting at my computer in my P.J. a non-option. Not so much because I care about my looks – I believe that seeing housewives in their jammies is an occupational hazard when you start working so darn early – but because of the male toddler and his faithful sidekick Cocker Spaniel who feel that power-tool wielding construction guys should be followed everywhere. Since I don’t like a boring life, I woke up one morning and decided that now was as good a time as any to potty-train said male toddler. My performance on the toddler-grab 15 meters dash is improving and so is my 2 year-old’s toilet-to-underpants pee ratio. Now, if I could only train the construction guys to put back the seat adjuster once they are done, my life would be (almost) complete. Do you think I should give them Smarties too?
Since this is a prolife blog, I could not sign off without a bit of prolife news: two of my dearest friends gave birth in the last week to babies over 11 pounds. My hat goes off to two hard working women who give the “miracle of birth” a whole new dimension!by