Here is another job for my fantasy flunky: find my lost stuff. Like right now I cannot find the padding to the high chair. Been saving the darn thing since Vivien was a wee one. Every move I throw stuff out, and I think the goblins have thrown out stuff that I really would like.
A tracking device for wanted goods… another good business idea! (Along with the coffee carts in the park)
Yes, I do look slightly deranged here. My son is being delivered this Sunday the 15th at 10 a.m. Wish us well! I am getting very excited. Also, excited not to be so gassy.
This week I’m trying to get it all done. From taxes to highlights, from nails to food schedule. What’s a food schedule? Well, the joy of a scheduled C section is I have the next two weeks scheduled to the hour. As in, who is spending the night with Viv, who is picking her up from school, who is helping me when I get home. My husband goes back to work pretty fast, so I am signing up my girlfriends for lunch time help. The idea is they bring me a sandwich and hang out for a bit while I take a shower or what have you. I’m trying to be realistic about the start of this caring for a life thing.
So far, my friends have liked having a day picked for them. Instead of the general, “Call if you need help,” I say, “Okay, the 27th good for you?” I can’t pick up a phone once I’m in the trenches; I will just whimper.
So, I taped vlogs a head of time. So you will probably see me pregnant after I have delivered. I am going to post a picture of my boy and me from the hospital if i can get someone to upload it. I will show the world what a real new mom looks like. LIKE HELL!
Are you there God, hello? Are you busy or a figment of our imagination? Whatever God you are, I’m open, just throw me a bone, show me you are there. Hmmm… there’s no logic to bad things that happen to good people. Maybe you aren’t there. But, then December comes, and I hear “Silent Night,” and I want in on this club! Or I go to a Jewish family’s Friday night dinner, and I’m reminded of how I like ritual. So, then, don’t I want my kids to have some grounding in some orthodoxy? But I don’t want my kids to think the devil is under the bed, and I would like them to like their bodies as they get older.
So, how does a crusty agnostic provide their children with spiritual guidance without being a fraud or feeling like a poser? Or should one even bother? What religion (or lack of) has worked for you? Does one parent want their children to be religious and the other is along for the ride or grumbling? How do you work it out? The Momversationers chat.