One month as a working mom. One month of dust and clutter. At what point will I have the energy to deal with it all? I walk through the house with blinders on, trying to ignore the mess. If I can't see it, it doesn't exist . . . I just blur my eyes until they can rest on my computer and I can relax. Just want to sit on the couch and blog . . .
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Selective Myopia
The vacuum cleaner stands at the end of the hall, remaining hopeful . . . plugged in, but not touched for days. The dust bunnies scatter as I walk by. I dig out a bill to pay and the pile of children's art, saved newspapers and various coupons slides off the counter.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Unwanted mail
Did you know that when you check in to a hospital for something baby/pregnancy related, they sell your name and address to the diaper companies? It's true. I remember this from when the girls were born - we got all sorts of coupons for diapers and formula. The thing is, the hospitals don't seem to screen their lists to make sure there was an actual baby.
About once a month since my miscarriage and ectopic pregnancy, I have received diaper coupons. They change - from newborn swaddlers, to infant diapers, and so on, as time goes by. This is a much unwanted reminder of a hard, sad time. A quick stop to get the mail turns into a turmoil of emotions - anger at the god damn hospital and wistfulness about what might have been. Not that I dwell on it, but it makes me mad. I should get to decide when I want to think about everything that happened . . . not a diaper company.
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