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A few years ago my idea of a good weekend was something along the lines of maybe waking up around 11or so, enjoying a long snuggle or some leisurely morning sex before reading in bed or going out for brunch if I was feeling especially proactive. And if you had told me then that cooking and cleaning would ever feature in my idea of a rewarding weekend I would have smiled and then backed away gently, on account of your insanity.

Ah, how we all laugh now that 8am constitutes a lie in and Extremely Quiet Sex has replaced its Leisurly Languid cousin.

And verily, verily, today when Z took our heir for a walk and I had the house to myself I was delighted at that unlooked for stretch of free time in which to cook a meal for everyone and clean our bedroom and fold laundry.

Today's suggested topic over at Starshine Report is Venting, but honestly I haven't got a single good rant in me. Normally I am fond as anyone of letting fly with Righteous Indignation (and there are still a number of things that make me go tut, like Prop 8 passing in California) but honestly, these days my significantly lowered expectations of what makes a good life (all present and accounted for, good reading material) are all there.

And I feel... content, which is nice and all but doesn't make very good copy.

One aspect of englishness that I have absorbed completely is the rule about Not Being Too Earnest (it's just not done. It is very bad form) and the earnestness on many parts of the internet makes me laugh. My two favourite recent examples of this have been political commentary on momblogs in the aftermath of the election.

Example 1) a child asking her mother who lost and the mother replying "nobody did". (Ha dear, I think you will find that the Republicans did and that they have a whole spectrum of feelings about it).

Example 2) a four-year old bursting into tears upon hearing that McCain lost.

And now, I am going to have a cocktail, because babyfree time DESERVES that.



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Nov. 9th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
Wait until you've actually gone to the grocery sans child-that's like heaven. Or sat in the bathroom for more than 15 minutes without "Mommy, Mommy", or "Honey, have you seen my ______?"

Nov. 10th, 2008 12:47 am (UTC)
Ha yes, one day I will no longer need to plan trips to the market around how many food items I have in my bag to bribe the baby with.
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