Submitted by peculiar old bird on Fri, 07/25/2008 - 3:45am.
Plotting and scheming. Damn, I picked her up and carried her into the house because I forgot. Her next nap, I tell myself. Watching her scratch knowing her nails are too long causes my gut to ache. I wait. She lays down for a nap, a day later than I was hoping to get the job done. She twists and turns, fighting sleep. I try to stay patient because her complete deep sleep is required. I tell Max to stay out, mama’s putting Bella down for a nap then clipping her nails. Finally, she falls asleep. I sneak away, get the clippers, and clip. Safe.
Writing. Writing to update my family who yearn to know more about me, us, my kids but aren’t close enough to be invited into this space. Cut and pasting the parts of me they can handle. Packaging it up and e-mailing it out.
Pictures. Need to send pictures, too. Must send pictures today to accompany e-mail. Trying to make it personal even though it isn’t my hands that touch the letter and photos.
Beans. Preparing lots and lots of black beans to freeze. Zucchini, garlic, onions, broccoli, green bell peppers to cut up. Its always an experiment. I do it all alone. I know I should invite Max in to help but I need the space.
Pasta. Making lunch for Max.
Its only one o’clock. Still need to fold laundry.
In a recent conversation I felt strangely defensive with the question, “So what’s going on with you these days?” My only thought was, “I’m cutting up potatoes for me and the kids.” The defensiveness came in when I felt like I should have more to report.
I have a very hard time conveying to other women that I am enjoying mothering my two kids right now and having that be my primary goal for at least another year. I don’t want anything else right now. When speaking of my day to day I sometimes feel like I *should* be doing MORE. Even though I don’t want too. Isn’t that FUCKED UP? I shouldn’t be doing more, any more than some one else should be doing less. It was in this moment that I felt the weight of expectations [placed specifically on women] sitting heavily on my shoulders.
It is a struggle to live in the moment. It takes practice. Its even harder to talk about "my life" these days when someone shows interest. If I had a dollar for every time I've heard, "I'm just not the type of person who could do that." THAT, being stay home with their children. I think about the responses I could say that are equally as careless. I don't say them.
Life these days is easier to write about it, take pictures of, think about and live than it is to talk about.
Choosing to stay home with my children doesn’t mean I lack goals. I promise you that. It certainly doesn’t mean I lack passion or desire. Living in the moment will seem mundane to most people - boring, even - when it rolls off my lips. It sounds simple when it leaves my mouth. Why is it hard for me to feel comfortable with this?
I think my insecurities sneak up on me, sometimes.

Thanx for reading. I know I posted some of this in a previous post. I wanted to put it together again, a little differently this time.
I think all of us think we should be doing MORE, at least from the outside looking in. The fact that you know, deep down, that you don't want to do more right now, has got to be at least half the battle! And the fact that you don't say anything back to the people that say "I couldn't do THAT" is just awesome. You rock it, pob!
And I love reading your words. This line, "Trying to make it personal even though it isn’t my hands that touch the letter and photos."
is beautiful. It made me a little teary-eyed.