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Posting...
July 8, 2004
I'm having trouble finding time to post these days. Coley has been very clingy since returning from his weekend at papa's house, and I've had a few things to take care of both work-related and personal.
I have several ideas for essays that I would like to write, including the breastfeeding article I was talking about over a month ago and the homebirth article I was talking about a few weeks ago, as well as some things about patriotism and apathy. Jason's post here sparked me into at least feeling like I need to drag myself kicking and screaming back into discussions or at least thoughts about what our country is doing to the rest of the world...rather than lamenting in my little corner.
But, for now, I'm still lamenting in my corner. Because trying to focus on writing when Coley is here turns me into evil mommy from hell, and we don't like her very much around here. I intended to do some writing last night, but Coley wouldn't go to sleep without me there (he has this bogey man called "The Evil Nothing" and he won't stay in a room by himself if the Evil Nothing is there) and I sort of fell asleep putting him to sleep and didn't get anything done that needed to get done last night.
So, perhaps tonight. Or perhaps tomorrow night....or sometime in the near future. Or something. I don't fucking know. For now, visit the Iron Blog and observe the debate on Patriotism between Pineapple Girl and Rosemary Esmay.
Comments
I know exactly what you mean. In graduate school I gave up trying to read or write when my kids were around, awake. I would just get so irritated at the constant interuptions that I hated myself too much.
But that's what those weekends at papa's are for. I found if I really focused on the kids on the days and nights when they were with me, I missed them less when they were gone and I could get a lot more work done then.
whew - "the Evil Nothing"? now I'M scared.
He didn't watch The Neverending Story at his dad's, did he? It has a Nothing. Not that he couldn't have arrived at it on his own as well.
"What does the evil nothing look like, Cole?"
"Ummmmm...nothing?"
i don't think he's ever seen the neverending story. monk has, but cole has not.