The Bad Mommy

I work only to pay for his therapy later.

Location: Novato, California, United States

Monday, June 19, 2006

The Bad Mommy at Her Finest

C and I were at Borders today, looking for the second book in the Warriors series. He had received book one as a birthday present and now that school's out, he had picked it up as his first book to read for the summer reading program at the public library. He read it in the car to and from Sacramento yesterday. He read it at Dr. Insomnia's this morning. I found him reading it at 11:30 Saturday night, after we got home from a party. He finished it this around noon today. I'm guessing he really liked it :-) so off we went to Borders this afternoon to get the next one. (He did the same thing with Lemony Snicket last year - one after the other after the other.)

While I was standing in line to pay, C said he was hungry and went off to the Borders cafe to see if they had anything even moderately healthy. Turns out they have sandwiches these days, so he ordered a barbequed chicken sandwich on ciabatta bread. After waiting for it to come out of the oven, we toodled out to the car to drive home.

May I just say that that sandwich looked and smelled divine? I didn't realize how hungry I was, too, till I sat there smelling it for about 15 minutes, while C waited for it to cool down enough to eat. I kept asking for a bite and he kept turning me down. Politely, but turning me down nonetheless. Finally:

Me: Are you sure you don't want me to try a bite to make sure it's not too hot for you?

C: No, thanks, Mom.

Me: You know, when you were little that worked EVERY time.

C: Yeah. And that's how I learned not to trust you guys.

Saturday, June 17, 2006


Yesterday morning, I got to chatting with the guy in line behind me for the bus. We were talking about the many advantages of taking the bus, rather than driving into the City for work. I said something about taking naps. He said he always kind of felt guilty about falling asleep when he should be DOING something. I said "obviously you don't have small children or you wouldn't feel guilty about taking advantage of any opportunity to sleep."

Here's the thing. Intellectually, I know that there are people in this world who are not sleep deprived. I just don't think I've ever met one in person before.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Dyed in the Wool....

Conversation this morning as C and I are getting ready for school/work:

Me: Guess where the president is this morning?

C: Jail?

Sunday, June 11, 2006

How Many Kids Do You Know....

....who open a can of garbanzo beans, drain them, heat them up in the microwave, and have that for Sunday breakfast? Just curious...

Friday, June 09, 2006

Here's How Pooped I Am:

Given a choice between knitting and sleeping, I would go for the nap.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

I am SO Not a Morning Person

On a typical school/work morning, my alarm goes off at 6:00 and I haul my sorry ass out of bed around 6:15. At about 6:35 I start my efforts to haul C’s sorry ass out of bed. Neither of us is good for much before a shower so it’s a bit of a struggle but we manage to get out the door between about 7:00 and 7:05. It’s this way 99% of the time. Once in a great while we spring out of bed and are out of the house before 7:00 but those days are rare enough to be considered miraculous.

So can somebody explain to me why, yesterday morning when I didn’t have to be heading into the City for work and we could have slept until 7:00, my darling child chose to wake up (and then wake me up) at 5:45?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Just Checking.....

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