Friday list post
- My last post got stumbled, which means my traffic at 10am was what it usually is at the end of the day. But those people click through and they leave — most don’t stick around or check out other parts of the blog. Also I discovered too late to create a new message at the top inviting them to subscribe to my feed or introduce myself or anything. (The traffic is already dissipating.) But it was fun while it lasted.
- The tree roots that are the bane of many of my neighbors’ plumbing systems have become the bane of ours. Right in the middle of potluck. This is partly due to little girls who are learning to wipe their own hineys and feel it’s best to use a whole roll of toilet paper to do so. Brett’s coming home early to snake out the drain. Grossness. Let’s never speak of it again.
(And this is really what my life is like. The heady highs of public esteem. The lowering lows of plumbing disasters. I feel at odds with myself constantly. From doing a phone interview while I circle the backyard with a colic-y baby strapped to my chest so she won’t cry while I ask questions to crouching on the bathroom floor to get the right angle for my own publicity shot to be posted to the front of a national magazine, dressed nicely from the waist up and wearing pajama bottoms out of frame. So it goes.)
- I’m buying Noah his own domain name and wordpress set up (hosted on one of my sites) to bring him into the family business. The kid has to learn sometime. I’m going to teach him to edit his own cascading style sheets.
- Madison, apparently still thinking about the squashed squirrel Noah showed her a week or so ago, drew a morbid picture of dead Peanut. “See,” she said. “One of her eyes is all squashed out and bloody but the other is closed. It’s a sad picture. Don’t show it to Noah.” Then she posted it on the ‘fridge.
- I’m nearly done with holiday shopping for her. I have one soft package to get her (pajamas and underwear) and one regular present (a CD player so she and Noah quit fighting over the portable). I haven’t started on Noah yet — I need a better handle on the budget.
- Today is a day off from work (mostly). I turned a project in early so I could do laundry and clean. Of course I feel guilty that I’m not writing productively. Pretty much whatever I’m doing, I feel guilty that I’m not doing something else. I live in a constant state of nagging regret. I hear it’s like that when your kids are little so I don’t dwell on it too much but it’s always there niggling at the back of my brain.
This pumbing thing must be going around! I had to deal with huge disasters at work today. I really should figure out how to subscribe to feeds and stuff…
Oh no! I thought it would get better when my kids (ages 1 and 3) were no longer little, but your kids are way older than mine and you still consider them little???? I’m doomed
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Have a great day!
Judd
I’m sorry about your plumbing, but oh, Madison posting that pic on the fridge made me laugh.
BTW, what’s ’stumbled’?