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Wednesday, March 31, 2004 Family

This is what I need. I figure I could have several months of my life back if I could find a way to get out of a tucked-in-bed situation with my child(ren) without waking them.

Seriously, moms now—very few of you dads really spend long stretches of time pondering things like this, so you can just hop over to Buzz’s or tj’s—how many hours, weeks, months of your life do you think you’ve spent lying there, measuring depth and cadence of breathing, gauging muscle tone to determine sleep stage, and making tentative, incremental movements toward getting disentangled so you can get up?

And chances are that once you do, you can’t figure out why you wanted up in the first place.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004 Family

Hi! My name is Mindy, and I’ll be your coward tonight.

I hear coughing down the hall, and I know exactly what it is. It’s Logan, saying hello to his lunch. We all said hello to his dinner earlier tonight, and I just knew there would be several more acts to follow.

After a 13-hour day, on the last full day before I deliver this project, I came home, went through the motions of not eating dinner, soothed the children, dressed them for bed, settled in with them to watch The Little Mermaid, and… three… two… one… YAK.

Logan was throwing up all over the bed. And the mattress, and the box spring, and the unfinished pine bed frame, and the floor, and the laundry basket. I raced around to his side and held him as he did it all over again, on the rest of the floor, on my feet, on my ankles, and on my jammies.

I was pretty sure we had it all cleaned up (with the mattress and box springs on end across the room, 409 and Fabreez standing sentinel), but now that I am sitting a room away and can still smell it, I am sure I will be changing into different jammies any moment now. In fact, I may even sleep here with Daphne. Gil can fend for himself.

Later, I asked Dylan how HE was feeling, and he said, “Good, because I like when you’re home.” That’s the stuff.

So I finally wandered out to the kitchen at about 10 o’clock, and as I was standing there gazing aimlessly into the fridge, Gil walked by and said, “Oh, your doctor’s office called to remind you of your appointment at 9 a.m., and remember, you have to fast for 12 hours beforehand!”

[Refrigerator door slamming] Shit.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004 Current Affairs

IDIOT SON OF AN ASSHOLE-AND HE’S OUR PRESIDENT!!!

Snappy, danceable music!

Via Ellen

Tuesday, March 30, 2004 Humor

The New Yorker: Shouts and Murmurs

According to our quarterly tradition, Kimberly and I are just going to post each other’s links today!

Tuesday, March 30, 2004 Weblogs

Let it never be said that you have to tell me something four times!

This week, no fewer than three readers have mentioned the little scripty thingy over there——> that tells you how many times you’ve visited this blog. It seems they were a little self-conscious about how many times they’ve been here, and either felt like they should be paying more attention to thier jobs (utter nonsense) or that they were stalking me (don’t I wish).

For the record: you are the only one who can see how many times you’ve visited. I can’t see it, or if there is a way for me to find it out, I am too lazy and unskilled to figure out how to do it. Anyone who comes sees their own stats, and only their own.

Just to put you at ease, as of this moment, I myself have been to my own blog… holy shit, I can’t believe I am about to admit to this… 1,225 times. *cringes*

Well, *cough* there was a LOT of tinkering with the design, and setup, and… oh, fuck. I’m a total loser, OK? Gah.

So, I have two questions for you:

1. Is the visit count script more annoying than amusing or helpful?
2. While we’re at it, would readers prefer to open links in a new window? Or have a checkbox on this page that gives you the option? It will check for a cookie and then either open in a new window or not, according to your preference.

We are nothing if not customer service-oriented here at The Mommy Blog! Don’t forget to pick up a t-shirt on the way out!

P.S. I just bought my poor husband the shirt that says, “Please don’t blog this” on the front, and “I’m beggin’ you” on the back. After I made the tshirt, I liked the idea so much, I made a thong with the same design! *snicker*