You have to know that I think of new things to blog about every day. Many times during the day. How when I run out of concealer it's like losing a lover. When I talk to my high school students and feel like maybe if I look at them the right way, they'll get how ripe their lives are with possibility. How when my kids are all over me I feel tightness in the air that makes me feel trapped in a box. Or how I can be so filled up with love for them that it makes me a little shaky.
Or how about when I have a babysitter at the house so I can go get a pap smear (word!) and have just enough time afterwards to do nothing. Or maybe buy an overpriced coffee while I'm filling up on milk and diapers. That time to finish a conversation is just a dream and that I feel sometimes even more disconnected NOW because my babies are older and know how to ruin a phone call with world-spy like savviness. (Savviness? Saviety? Saviciousness?)
And maybe how when the girls and Jared are all snuggled up with me in bed I feel like it's the most complete and wonderful place to be and that I wouldn't want for anything else. Or perhaps how I want to eat like a hippie earth mother most days but some days could subsist on nachos and peanut butter sundae. And beer.
But that will have to wait for another day. Someone just pooped their pants.
