It's Sunday at 10 PM (do YOU know where your children are?) and I still haven't thought of a single thing to write today. It seems like Sundays are my hardest days for thinking up interesting blog topics. I suspect it has something to do with the contrast between my days Monday through Friday, as a lawyer, supervisor, colleague and employee, along with wife and mother, and my weekends, which are devoted entirely to my family. And because Monday through Friday I do have those other roles, on Saturdays and Sundays I tend to immerse myself in wife and mother.
Don't get me wrong - the weekends are my favorite part of any week, and Larry and the Bomber are the greatest things that ever happened to me. But there's a reason that by Sunday the mental tally of blog topics I generally having running around in my head sounds something like this:
1) The cute song H-bomb made up today. ("Barack Obama, Barack Obama needs something to eaaaatttt")
2) The giant bag I just ordered so I could finally retire my extremely-fashionable-but-still-a diaper-bag, and whether the fold-up potty seat will fit in it. (It's Roxy Sweet & Tender in Scuba Blue):
3) Whether I remembered to fill out the forms to reserve H's spot at school next year and sign up for the trip to the circus next month (I didn't, but I don't think they're late yet).
4) If Larry really liked the sausage and peppers or just ate them to be polite. (I think he really liked them.)
I swear that two days I ago I had a bunch of other stuff on that mental list, but I guess there's only so much space in my brain, so they had to give way to make room for my musings on whether H-bomb enjoyed his playdate today and how bummed I am that Larry had to spend the day at work instead of with us. It's hard sometimes, to go back and forth like that - it's almost like being two different people sometimes - but it's totally worth it. Even if it means my Sunday blogs are pretty boring.
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