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
Friday, November 6, 2009
Getting Out
Today I left the house. As we do almost every day. And for this I am grateful. As much as I love my home (and I do love home, I am a homebody in my heart of hearts) I love it more when we're coming back to it and not staying there all day--day after day.
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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