It’s been a week of Bad Mommy Moments and just waiting for Naptime Writing, going to Inkatopia because I’m Wild for Words, reading my Red Clay Diaries. But I’m realizing that I’m not Lost in Suburban Bliss. No, sir, I’m Not Drowning, Mothering is what I call it, and It Never Rains In Seattle. This is Parenting by Dummies. As I Momalon, I realize that I might be Mommy In Chief but I’m also an Unruly Helpmeet with Crumbs in the Minivan. Wait, I mean SUV. Oh, Evenshine! They call me jane; ok, not really. They call me by my Christian name or Hey You or worse yet, MOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYY. I’m In The Mommy Trenches, trying to be another Incognito Mom in The Momoplex, but I am The Undomestic Housewife, burning my Polymer Clay Snails. When I’m Not Afraid to Use It, I can be The Kitchen Witch or maybe just The Confused Homemaker. Country-Fried Mama f-. Maybe I should lock the bedroom door and find The Fem Spot. Or maybe I should start Praying to Darwin because I’m a Mediocre Perfectionist. Thank Darwin for that. Then again I hear that Kaiya’s Laughter Heals, so maybe I should start praying to Kaiya. kloppenmum. But that’s just Life’s Ups and Downs. . . and my Place in It All as I contemplate Mommyhood and Life. Fie Upon This Quiet Life: I Want Work. But with all these Passions and Soapboxes, I really need to get back to A Mother’s Walk. *!
This is a continual work in progress.