Gettingbackintothehabit…

I thought I’d recruit my husband into adding to this blog so that more would get recorded. So Gil, if you’re out there, get cracking!

I was standing in line at the deli today, and overheard a woman talking about her native NY and the attitude most folks assume she’d have. She commented that she was hugely pregnant, and so there was no room for attitude. What?!? I must have startled her, because I wheeled around and said, “Of COURSE there is! Trust me, I have three children and there was plenty to go around each time!” There was a momentary pause, and then people started making sandwiches and rustling paper bags again.

I exchanged email with a colleague today about work, which of course rapidly devolved into a rapid-fire exchange of news, and eventually, photos, of our respective children. Even another woman who has grown children got into the act, and by the end, there were something like 17 exchanges with only two of them having to do with the foundation survey, which was the original point of business.

That pretty much describes how exchanges go at home, too. Gil and I discuss each family issue any number of times, with absolutley no resolution at the end. About 3 minutes into anything, the kids start crawling up our backs and balancing on our shoulders, or dancing on chairs, or they just start singing at the top of their lungs. You can’t push a thought through to its conclusion to save your life. Mom got the best bid for attention yesterday, though. She sat down at our computer to book a hotel room--the first time ever, by the way, she has ever touched it in the 6 months she’s been helping out--and had to get up six minutes later when she heard Logan shouting for her. Dylan had gone outside to the front yard and come back in, just to test her. The dog was wandering down the sidewalk, and Dylan was walking around the living room, humming to himself, pleased that he’d gotten her heart rate up.

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