misplaced mama

Oh how I love Jeanette. Love her. The beautiful and talented and funny Jeanette. She makes my life so much more fun with her raw honesty and dry humor and challanges to spice up things. We can all try to do like you J, but nobody compares to you. Nobody.

But here is my go at her request.

13 confessions:

1. I threw a fork at Bill’s head this week. Yeah, I really did. Luckily I am a bad aim and he has a good sense of huumor.

2. I didn’t shower for 6 days last week from Saturday until Friday and it didn’t bother me one bit until Friday. Plus I had done 2 totally sweaty yoga classes during those 6 days.

3. I am really envious of women/mothers who get to work madly creative and high paying jobs and wear cute shoes and fancy pants and talk to adults all day.

4. I feel bad for mamas who have to leave their kids to work and answer to anyone other than a toddler.

5. I think I broke the toilet at the Scottsdale Waterfront Borders Books. Right while I was brosing for a biography on Ghandi called Gandhi, The Man, a book I’d been looking everywhere for, the constipation “issue” I had been struggling with decided to let up.

6. I hang my head in shame and gave up my homeschooling ideolgy and Mia now goes to pre-school 2 days a week. I feel horrible because after really thinking about it I made the decision not because I wanted her in school for her (although she is totally happy to go, begged me to actually. When we went the first day she looked at me and said, ‘you’re gonna go now, right? you’ll take sula, too right?) but because I really wanted 5 hours a week away from her.

7. I completely use disposable diaper on Sula now. I don’t even pretend I’m going to use my cloth anymore by keeping them in my diaper bag. I use disposables. I keep saying this week is the week where I am going to get organized and re-stock and such and go strictly back to ’softies’ and each week passes by with another package of Seventh Generation disposibles. I hope I go back to cloth soon, though, I really do.

8. I saw a women I knew pretty well from L.A. ( but never really liked) at Whole Foods the other day and I pretended not to see her. I PRENTENDED I didn’t see her and it was very obvious I had. I became all La-De-Da looking anywhere but at her. It was hard not to see all of us, Bill and the girls and I. Mia screaming about some juice and Sula hollering for another cracker. I am such a rude bitch sometimes.

8.I regularly fantasize about really telling off my born-again-really-super-catholic-republican/Bush supporting sister. I love her so much, I really, really do. But how blind do you have to be to still be supporting Bush? The Catholic Abortion thing? Just get over it. In my fantasy I get to say really rude and obnoxious things about Bush and laundry list the lies , the deceit, the greed and the murder that has befallen upon this Nation under his facist rule. And all my poor sister can do is sit there and listen. And in the end when I get off my soapbox, she feels really stupid and converts over to the other side.

1. I read about a quarter of the books to Sula as I did with Mia at this age.

2. I told Mia that if she didn’t stop picking off her misquito bite scabs that she might have to go to the doctor and he might have to stick a needle in her arm for tetnus. When that didn’t work I told her if she kept picking her arm might fall off.

3. I am getting really jealous of my husband’s creative musical endeavors and the progress he makes. His CD is totally done. And although I am totally proud. I am utterly jealous.

4. I am seriously considering dreadlocking my hair when I turn 33 in December. And dying it a crazy shade of red.

5. I wear underware 3 out of 7 days a week.