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Daily Archives: September 16, 2011

Laughing as I Type This

I was talking to a new¬†acquaintance the other morning. She told me that she’d be the person dropping off her son at preschool, but that his grandmother, who watches him during the day, would be the one to pick him up. She works from home, and I mentioned something about that being a wonderful set-up because of the flexibility. “Oh, yeah,” she said, nodding fervently. “I love it. It’s perfect. You need something outside of the kids, you know?” I smiled, and cleared my throat. Quinn fidgeted on my hip, anxious to get down on the ground to crawl, and I was suddenly conscious of the honey she’d smeared on the shoulder of my shirt, now crusty and smelling faintly like old cough syrup, during breakfast that morning. I thought about how, in the two hours Saoirse was at school, I had to run Quinn to her baby gym class, then get to the grocery store to do the week’s shopping before driving back to the school in time to meet SK, praying all the while the milk I just bought didn’t curdle into…