OK. Now I have clean pants. But I did miss another day of NaBloPoMo. I could feel guilty about it or I could say, “oh, well, at least my kid is clean and fed and I paid my rent” and let it go. I choose the second. I am posting more [...]
Archive for the ‘It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage’ Category
Express Yourself
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, Planet Sster, The guys on November 13, 2007 | 2 Comments »
First Concert
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, The Snapper on November 9, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Before the Snapper was born Attic Man and I went to loads of concerts and festivals and we’ve really been missing it. So last night we went with the Snapper to see the Emmitt Nershi Band. I let him stay up as long as possible early in the day (kid didn’t get tired [...]
Yeah, I Know
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, Planet Sster, The Hounds, The Snapper on November 7, 2007 | 4 Comments »
My kind of haunted house
OK, so I missed a day of NaMoPoBloMe. I had every intention of posting last night and then feel-like-crap-edness smacked me in the face and I went straight to bed. I’m feeling really squeezed these days.
Right now we’re battling our latest rodent visitor. She’s getting bold, nibbling [...]
Digging Out
Posted in Dazed and Confused; or, Living Well with ADD, It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, Planet Sster on October 31, 2007 | 2 Comments »
The new digs, as it were, are a cosmetic way of saying that it’s time to shove aside the pile of crap that I’ve been living under for about two months and start living again. It was inevitable–a new job, a new hectic schedule, planning for next year–but it’s enough already. I have a therapist, [...]
Marriage
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage on October 24, 2007 | 1 Comment »
on email:
“I finished my application letter to X. I’m proud of it. It’s good. Once advisor looks it over and I make the necessary revisions I’m applying the heck out of that job.”
“Do that shit, mama.”
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, Planet Sster on September 30, 2007 | 4 Comments »
August 3, 2007, the last time the kitchen floor was safe for sucking on
I’m feeling conflicted about blogging right now so I’m just going to write for a few minutes and hope I can re-connect with a few of you.
1. Real vs. Ideal: The schedule I posted below is all well and good except when [...]
Home Economics
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage on September 7, 2007 | 8 Comments »
As someone who is constantly struggling to manage her time, and who also is hyper-aware of the gender politics of her own family, I’m fascinated with how other people schedule their days and divide household responsibilities. Unless I’m missing a whole swath of blogdom, which is possible, I don’t know that people blog about [...]
Father of the Year
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, Planet Sster, The Snapper on February 28, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I exaggerate for effect a lot on this blog, so when I implied that I get no break from child care I was leaving out the fact that Attic Man is an incredibly involved father. He does everything a non-lactating parent who works outside the home can do, and thanks to him I do [...]
It feels so good to be so bad
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, Parenting on December 27, 2006 | 3 Comments »
In the early days our relationship, probably before we were engaged, and back when he had long hair, Attic Man and I talked about marriage as an institution. We liked the idea of a public committment. We felt that the promises we would make to each other would pull us through times that we’d want [...]
Finally, We’re Two People!
Posted in It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Marriage, The Snapper on November 30, 2006 | 14 Comments »
We’re home! Thank you for all your kind words. Attic Man printed them out for me and brought them to the hospital. It was nice to still feel connected to the world while the Snapper and I were slowly getting used to life as separate entities.
What can I say? After a [...]
