I wrote this when I was up early. In my pregnant state I have trouble getting back to sleep, so my general rule is that if I pop up after 5 a.m., I don’t try. Last night I went to bed at 10:30 and slept straight through until 5, so that’s not bad. I cranked out the article I needed to, so now on to blogging. A few mid-week thoughts:
We’ve been marked. We have a fancy photo shoot arranged for the kids this weekend. So, of course, yesterday the school nurse calls to inform me that my 7-year-old got kicked in the face during a rather exuberant game of leaping through hoops in gym class. He got a bright red cut/scratch under his eye. Then at home his sister scratched him when she got mad about him turning the TV off. The 5-year-old, meanwhile, ran smack into the wall last night and got a giant purple bruise and scratch on his forehead. Here’s hoping the photo studio can retouch stuff.
I missed the 7-year-old’s first soccer game. There’s this trope in work-life literature where games and missed games take on much significance. Sometimes it’s framed as someone reminiscing that “my dad never missed a game” or otherwise it’s framed as a mother reaching a point of soul searching because the flight was late so she missed the soccer game, so she needs to re-evaluate, cut back, etc. That wasn’t my problem. I missed the first soccer game because another kid had soccer in a different location at the exact same time. This reality makes me suspicious of claims that parents “never” missed games (really, never? Did they elect to miss your siblings’ stuff instead?). Also, while the late-flight scenario has people clucking that you can’t have it all, no one would look at my hard-choice moment and inform me that I need to get rid of the other kid.
I’ve been reading the book Jesus Feminist. I had seen it mentioned on other blogs, and I saw it at the library the other night, so I picked it up. While I appreciate the message (God thinks women are people too!) I become aware, as I often do with the religious-oriented tomes I’ve picked up lately, that I am not the target market. The prose has some similarities to A Thousand Gifts: not my style. Also, I’m not part of a religious community that’s struggling with how to use women’s gifts in light of Paul’s statements on the topic. Some of the reviews talk about how liberating and eye-opening Jesus Feminist is. My church has a female lead pastor. With some books, I decide to read them from an anthropological perspective. With that mindset this one was interesting.
I also checked out Thomas Piketty’s Capital in the Twenty-First Century from the library. I’m pretty sure I won’t make it all the way through by the time the books are due. This is the triumph of ambition over experience.
I’m still running (at 23 weeks), and grateful it has been going as well as it has. There’s a 3 mile loop near my house that’s mostly on trails. It is utterly gorgeous right now with everything still green and overgrown, but the vines turning bright yellow and red. Sometimes on runs I ruminate too much but on trail runs I’m too busy watching for roots and rocks, and I tune everything out.
I am struggling to figure out the proper response to “You don’t look that pregnant!”
I baked the bourbon apple cake (photo) from Real Simple’s October issue. It was pretty good. Other parts of Real Simple magazine, as usual, leave me scratching my head. Long-time readers know that I think the magazine perfectly sums up the upper-middle-class 35-45 year old woman zeitgeist, but I find that zeitgeist pretty humorous. For instance, the cover line was “76 Greatest Organizing Tips of All Time” (not 75, 76 — we like precise numbers!) Among them: “Slide empty toilet-paper tubes around rolls of gift wrap to keep them from unfurling.” I am pondering the person who finds the state of her gift wrap so vexing that this advice is life-changing. Or (tip 48) that I should roll my swimsuits, rather than fold them, to save space.
Do you roll your swimsuits, rather than fold them, to save space?