Playing in the Womb
January 31, 2007
Well now that Melissa has linked to me, I suppose I should write something instead of writing soft porn for you all. (If you’re wondering why, look at my header, then click over to read about Meredith’s slanted interview with ambush on Melissa, as if you haven’t heard. And if you can’t see the new header, clear your cache and refresh the page. Blah blah blah, shutup Karen.)
I’m barely holding everything together. I’m up to my eyeballs in work, and met with my own impatience as to why I can’t Go Faster! Work Harder! when the truth is, I’m starting my day between 5:30 and 6:30, and ending it pretty close to midnight. 85% of that time, I’m sitting here, working. Yes, it’s that busy, and it’s wonderful because the bills are getting paid. So if you haven’t heard from me, I’m sorry. This is also the reason nothing I do is free anymore.
See? The headphones put me in the zone. (click to enlarge - all those scribbles are things to do!)
The rest of the time? Laundry, dishes, dinners, snacks, diapers, reading to children, etc etc etc. Oh and drinking my face off at playdates, of course. Fuck that still burns my ass.
So the other night, I remembered I had started Joy Fielding’s Puppet, and decided at 9:45 to take my book and go to bed. I shut down the machine that is my brain and read the rest of the novel.
Note to self: this is a great way to fall asleep, rather than the exhausted flop and pass out thing I’ve been doing lately.
Yesterday, Thomas built a Fantastic Room behind my computer chair.
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“Come pway wif me in my womb!” he begged. Sounds inviting. I haven’t played in a womb for, uh, 32 years. Awesome. So that we did, and we snuggled and giggled like toddlers do for a good half hour before he decided the womb needed to move closer to the t.v.
It was a welcome change to play in the womb, rather than listen to the Loudest Toy on Earth Which Had It’s Batteries Ripped Out Right After This Picture Was Taken:
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Have you played in a womb lately?















January 31st, 2007 at 11:14 am
Ha! I play in the womb every damn day! My two-year-old comes up to me at least once a day and says “Come on Mommy, let’s snuggle.” And we do. The perks of being a sahm…
January 31st, 2007 at 11:29 am
Oh, I LOVE IT. I love that he made a room (oops… “womb”) and you got to roll up and around in it.
Maybe we need to have an official “Go back to the womb” day. Wouldn’t that be excellent? Everywhere grown adults would curl up in the fetal position (or if they are my kids, stretch out as if doing jumping jacks), and just BE.
Yes, indeed. We all need to get some womb.
January 31st, 2007 at 12:09 pm
The design you did for Dana at The Dana Files is AWESOME. You’re busy because you’re so talented!
January 31st, 2007 at 12:30 pm
No, but I find myself humming “Happy Tapping with Elmo.”
Why can’t babies be into OUR music? Crazy kids.
January 31st, 2007 at 1:22 pm
No, but maybe I should. Sounds divine. And I came over to ask you to start invoicing me for my dumb questions. Maybe then I’d stop asking them! I crack myself up.
You are busy because you are SO GOOD!! Your new header ROCKS! And is so damn true. The whole thing still burns my ass too.
January 31st, 2007 at 1:47 pm
Well, I’ve only recently been able to see the womb floor, and thusly been able to actually walk in the womb. I used her mirror this morning. It’s better than mine.
January 31st, 2007 at 2:05 pm
Love the new header!
No womb playing for me, unless you count my poking my belly to make the current womb resident kick me back. It’s a fun little game to pass the time.
January 31st, 2007 at 2:19 pm
Yes I was in the womb last night…or wait, it was Brad Pitt. No joke I had a sex dream about Brad pitt and I don’t even lust after him.
January 31st, 2007 at 3:50 pm
We did this the other day, too. My daughter “fixed me like a princess” (played with my hair), “checked my heart” (with the play stethescope), and then roared with laughter as she pushed me back on to the pillows every time I tried to sit up. It’s the little things, huh?
Your new design is bee-you-tiful!
January 31st, 2007 at 5:16 pm
This is also the reason nothing I do is free anymore.
Word, sista.
(love the new stylee)
January 31st, 2007 at 7:28 pm
You are my fucking hero, girl. I just read the comment you left on Vieira’s blog.
January 31st, 2007 at 9:30 pm
Yeah, what mamatulip said! I went looking for your comment (God, I had to read them all to find it!)
What a dippusshittus Meredith is… I also read Melissa’s post.
How disappointing.
Geez.
Too bad it wasn’t Rosey instead of Meredith.
I’m pretty sure it would have been a lot more entertaining.
Babyfuckingsitter?
Them’s fightin’ words.
January 31st, 2007 at 11:28 pm
How fun is that!!! I haven’t watched the View but have heard of this via a few blogs. I’m just gonna have to dig me a little deeper and find out, now aren’t I!?