But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Timing your contractions.
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors.
~cake "open book" lyric
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Yes, You Are Maia
After putting up Maia's little hair into two high piggy tails this morning, she bounces off my lap and declares: "I'm a real princess now!"
Morning: Bottles for the twins, cereal for the toddler, coffee for the parents.
Housework, play dates, and facebook.
Afternoon: Bottles for the twins and a nap for the toddler. Down time? Sometimes...
Evening: Dinner for the ones who can eat solid food, bottles for the twins.
Bedtime for small children and grown up time for the mom and dad. Mostly spent catching up on television.
And all the time lavish those around me with love and attention. Except when I'm on the computer.
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