In annoying linking to other places, I published one of my favorite first posts on Mamalode.
At their root, my fears are selfish, selfish things. It’s not that they can be taken out of this world that strikes the worst fear in me. We all live with that truth. It’s that I could be left behind. My deepest fear is trying to survive in a world that had them in it and lost them. … The Space Between on Mamalode.
In reading, I’m in the middle of Breaking Night by Liz Murray. It’s dark and a little chaotic, but it’s the most raw and real depiction of drug addiction and how it creates homelessness that I’ve ever read.
In watching, I will adore Grey’s Anatomy to the bitter end. Downton Abbey continues to thrill me. If I admit that I also love The Bachelor and Dance Moms can we still be friends?
In kids, Saige would like to know if there are girl ninjas. I say yes, of course there are girl ninjas, otherwise there would be no baby ninjas and shortly thereafter NO NINJAS AT ALL. Besides, girls are badass at ninja stuff. Quinn wants to know many things including where our friend‘s sweet dog’s bones went. He teacher thinks they went to heaven, but he thinks it might be outer space. I told him he might be right because all lost carbon drifts into the stars eventually. Nater Skater declared – in a complete reversal of his previous position – that he would jump off the diving board at swimming and would henceforth like to be known as Nater SWIMMER. Garrett is hard to read (I’m not sure that bodes well for the future) but when he does talk, it is always in a fake British accent he learned from Harry Potter. Maddening.
In cooking, I made peppercorn steaks and baked apple tarts last week. Ahahahahahahah. hah. Where the hell do you think you are? A real blog? My culinary week peaked with peanut butter tofu on Thursday, which caused NO LESS THAN THREE of my children to choose bed at 6:00 p.m. rather than endure the dinner table without complaining. It’s my new record. Saige finished. Saige will choke down anything for an Oreo cookie. She’s a girl after my own heart. Dinner is overrated. If it were up to me we’d eat cereal and pizza. Pass the Oreos.
In crafting, bwahahahahahaha. Seriously though, does anyone ever go through phases where you feel intense guilt about this mythical parent you used to be. I swear I used to do more projects and shit with the kids. Life had been crazy and we rarely have a lazy afternoon to cut, or play letter games, or even take a walk. And now I am pining for the good old days in the lives of my children who are all under seven years old. ARG. Get off my lawn. I’ve thought about letting them try writing secret messages with lemon juice. Does that count?
In Matt news, he spent all day today building a self-composting pit toilet in the garage. Because I said I’m not going to The Land until there is a toilet. Next time, I will be more specific.