Last post I did "drop the f-bomb" a lot. Can't decide if it's irreverent and edgy or tacky and gratuitous. I used it because it's a word I don't get to use often. Maybe the world can live without it.
This morning there were two deaths in my little girl's aquarium, I think it was Stripe and RedStripe. (I wanted to name them Terry Gross and Lakshmi Singh, but no go.) First reaction was to tell her that this is what happens when you're a pain in the ass and find a tidy seque to why lions eath their young. Thought better of it just in time. Isn't this the kind of thing parenting books discourage? Instead, we observed the fact that there were no corpses and how that may have happened. She noted that they had not been fed in two days (dog ate the fish food) and the dead fish could easily have been consumed overnight. Not sure about her nonchalance in the face of cannibalism, I think I'll decide that she is a very well-grounded person who is not disturbed by "nature red in tooth in claw".
Wednesday is supposed to be "laundry day", the day that I do nothing at all but listen to "This American Life" and serenely fold. Maybe drink green tea and do yoga stretches between loads. Sounds nice, maybe I'll try it next week.
Oh, and can someone tell me how "stay-at-home-mom" became a friggin' desk job? Today I could easily spend all day on the laptop, on the phone, and shuffling papers. Didn't I bear young to get away from this? Actually, no I did not. I bore young because hubby and I got plastered at his birthday party. Another story.
-L
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