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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…

Show-Off

Yesterday was Sunday, and unlike most Sundays advertised in all those sweet Normal Rockwell paintings and celebrity interviews, this one was particularly hectic.  For me, anyway, or so I thought.  I had a bunch of errands to run in the morning, namely to pick out a baby shower gift for a friend of mine, and then a baby shower to attend (if those two events seem entirely too coincidental, I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I am extremely proactive in my gift purchasing, thank you.  Also, congratulations, Amy.   I hope you liked the diaper bag.  Just don’t look at the date on the gift receipt). So yesterday morning I did what any good mother would do, and abandoned my children to the care of their father (“They eat what for a snack?  Where’s that?”), and ran out of the door with a mad leap.  I took David’s car, a normal sedan that, though it drives really well on its fancy-schmancy tires, seems so low to the ground after being used to my big SUV that I feel like I’m driving a skateboard.  I&#8217…