i cannot cannot cannot and will not be holed up in my home with children - even (or especially?) mine. one of those little fuckers growled at me like an animal yesterday. GROWLED.AT.ME. don't they realize that i am their food source? kids aren't very smart, and i can't say that enough.
the littles also spent way more than one hour badly attempting stealth missions that involved insanely loud stage whispering (audible all the way downstairs) and general skulking around and spying. it was equally comical and annoying in varying amounts until it just became annoying and borderline creepy. i mean, what did they hope to discover anyway? if it was adult farting and side-by-side phone fondling, i suppose their mission was accomplished. take that info back to headquarters - stat!
stay-at-home mothers: i applaud you, i admire you, i don't understand you but i respect the shit out of you. i couldn't do it. (see paragraph 1, last sentence)
stay-at-home mothers who live in cold climates in which winters last at least 5 months: i think you might be insane. certainly if you didn't start out that way, you have to be now, right? also, you're going straight to heaven.
apropos of nothing, i've been recently pondering the notion that there's a difference between never wanting to do anything and just wanting to do nothing. because sometimes, i just want to do nothing. but i don't consider myself to be one of those people who never wants to do anything. i've been falsely accused! let that be your "tree falling in the woods" meditation theme.
speaking of meditation, every time i get still, i get sleepy. how do monks do it? also speaking of meditation, every time i type that word, i accidentally type medication. typo, or keen insight into modern times? that can be another meditation theme or the beginning of your next nap.
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