hausfrau Today I spent an unhealthy amount of time making the origami wreaths depicted in this morning's Martha Stewart Living program on TV. The rest of the day I spent running errands, cleaning, and potty patrolling the dog. I am turning into a hausfrau. I'll tell you one thing, though, I don't think I could ever be a stay-at-home mom. This is not a judgment at all about stay-at-home moms or the validity of that choice, rather an observation that for almost all of today, with the exception of lunch with my mom and three hours of errands in the city, I was alone at home with a tiny creature who needs constant supervision, and who is a poor conversationalist at best. (Joe was at interviews all day.) By early afternoon, I was bored out of my skull. By the evening, I was bored out of my entire body. Since I have the month off, I'm trying to do as much of my in-person holiday shopping as possible on the weekdays. Have you ever tried to go to Macy's in Herald Square on a pre-Christmas weekend? I don't recommend it. It's like the running of the bulls at Pamplona there, only more carnage. Whatever possible this year, I'm buying online, despite my debacle last year with the Christmas-gifts-that-arrived-to-late from Amazon.com. Did you know that dogs liked cheese? And peanut butter? What naturally occurring part of a canine diet looks or tastes anything like cheese or peanut butter? I thought, from cartoons, that dogs only liked to eat steaks and bones and such. Oh yeah, and cats. You know, cartoon dogs are deceptive like that. I can still remember a Charlie Brown special (I can't remember which one) that depicted Snoopy chomping through a pile of bones, one by one. For the longest time, I thought that dogs actually ate bones--like, chewed them up and swallowed them like cookies. xo Michelle |
Friday . December 6 . 2002 . 9:52pm |
hausfrau Today I spent an unhealthy amount of time making the origami wreaths depicted in this morning's Martha Stewart Living program on TV. The rest of the day I spent running errands, cleaning, and potty patrolling the dog. I am turning into a hausfrau. I'll tell you one thing, though, I don't think I could ever be a stay-at-home mom. This is not a judgment at all about stay-at-home moms or the validity of that choice, rather an observation that for almost all of today, with the exception of lunch with my mom and three hours of errands in the city, I was alone at home with a tiny creature who needs constant supervision, and who is a poor conversationalist at best. (Joe was at interviews all day.) By early afternoon, I was bored out of my skull. By the evening, I was bored out of my entire body. Since I have the month off, I'm trying to do as much of my in-person holiday shopping as possible on the weekdays. Have you ever tried to go to Macy's in Herald Square on a pre-Christmas weekend? I don't recommend it. It's like the running of the bulls at Pamplona there, only more carnage. Whatever possible this year, I'm buying online, despite my debacle last year with the Christmas-gifts-that-arrived-to-late from Amazon.com. Did you know that dogs liked cheese? And peanut butter? What naturally occurring part of a canine diet looks or tastes anything like cheese or peanut butter? I thought, from cartoons, that dogs only liked to eat steaks and bones and such. Oh yeah, and cats. You know, cartoon dogs are deceptive like that. I can still remember a Charlie Brown special (I can't remember which one) that depicted Snoopy chomping through a pile of bones, one by one. For the longest time, I thought that dogs actually ate bones--like, chewed them up and swallowed them like cookies. xo Michelle |
