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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

You've got a freak flag...

You just don't fly it. So I am enjoying the 6 and half minutes to myself, in the bathroom, tonight. These are the good times. Kids pushing on the door, my husband asking the nature (pun intended) of my visit, and how long this will take. And thus the little night time ritual I like to call "everyone hurry up because daddy is tired and wants to go to bed." This is a near frantic rush to get ni-night diapers and PJs on the girls, clean up the dinner dishes, lay out clothes for my preschooler, rearrange the pillows, plug in the baby monitor etc. etc. So I am in the bathroom, speed reading a chapter or two of whatever fiction, non-big purple dinosaur, book without any pictures I am currently enjoying in itty bitty doses. I love to read, and one in a similar position might agree that this is no way to have a literary experience. But my friends, multitasking is a mommy's best friend. Heck, I am tapping my foot and growing hair as we speak. But let's be fair, as badly as my husband wants to get to sleep, I want to get the baby tucked in so I can sneak downstairs to steal some uninterrupted time with my "almost like an extramarital affair" iBook and get down to blogging.

So here we are, my mac and I. The comforting, nonjudgmental, type... type... type of the keys. The familiar icons, my iTunes playing. Stillness in the house. There will be drinks of water, nightmares, binki and blanket retrieval, possibly another nursing session to calm my 11 month old's growth spurt. The night is far from over for me. But I can usually buy myself about an hour. Some develop film, dry clean or complete a pair of eye glasses, I blog.

Here's my quote for the day:

"Ambien nights and Ritalin days. No sex. No nights out. No sleep. Ever. It's madness... a voice of reason warning today's mothers that they are poisoning themselves with a 'choking cocktail of guilt and anxiety, resentment and regret..."
Perfect Madness by Judith Warner (and partial review -The Washington Post)

Ok so that was a little dramatic given the playful tone of my post tonight, but all joking aside, this woman is on to something. If you have a little free time in the bathroom, or any where else, I highly recommend this book.

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