I’m just saying, if I get another tattoo…that’s what it’s going to read.
Maybe I could get it in Mandarin script or Latin so it would look a bit more tasteful. (Was it a bit too much having a curse word in the title? It’s still PG, right? I mean, I used asterisks… ) Actually, I get shit done in Latin may be my best bet. It’s aggressive and blunt, but with an old school, Catholic mass kind of slant. Like a nun who goes around smacking left-handers with a big thick wooden ruler.
I’m pretty sure that I did more this morning than I did the entire year I was 24.
Wake kiddos, fix breakfast, fix hair (mine and my daughters), find snack, check work email, get one kiddo to school, get the other kiddo to daycare, come back to first kiddo’s school and read stories while taking questions from five and six-year olds. BREATH. Check voicemail, remember that I completely forgot to check first kiddos school folder last night and hope she did not have homework. Arrive at coffee shop and work on newsletter while answering emails from CEO…it’s not even 11:00 a.m. yet.
Go Go Go Go Go
My husband is giving me a breather right now and picking up the kids before we go–as a family–to Kroger. Talk about a mess. Grocery shopping with all the kids is like being in some low-rate, no-budget TV game show where the objective is to get only what you need and get out before you spend double what you should and have a crying baby to calm through the last two aisles.
When I look back on this time, I know I’m going to think–how the hell did I do all that with two kids? And by all that I mean hold down a full-time career, keep up a regular weekly column, and write my first novel that led to my life of leisurely luxuries and wild success.
November 5, 2009 at 8:51 am |
Ahhh…memories of Kroger shopping. One basket to carry the kids, one for the groceries. I remember more than once you would be holding your baby brother or sister and someone would assume the baby was yours, by then you were 15 and 16 years old. You would get so insulted that they thought you had a baby. I loved your indignance. Did I spell that right, is it even a word ? Remember Dale?
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