Right now, it is 6:23 and I already had to put my big girl pants on a couple of times today. And I don't love my big girl pants. They kind of pinch.
Years ago, when my babies were still babies and I was caught in the mostly-joyful-but-also-exhausting vortex that is 3 babies 4 and under in one house, someone asked me a question. If you had a whole day to yourself, she said, and you could do anything you wanted to do...anything at all...what would it be?
Last night I went to tuck my son in. Tuck him back in, actually. For the third time. The first goodnight kiss had happened about an hour before. And then...
"Wow! We really screwed things up for ourselves with this whole 'Women's Lib' thing!!" That's what she said. And I took there, slack-jawed in the kitchen, wanting to argue, but not even knowing where to start.