January 14, 2013
I have some notes on scraps of paper here. Might as well just record them as written:
- Lies in my blog. Fat. Reading other people’s blogs.
- You and Teresa are my favorite mom. Together you make one good mom.
- Wearing helmet elbow pads.
- Booger water.
I can already tell that some of these are pretty unpromising. But I will write up a few of them.
Enzo likes to bug me, and even thought it’s truly irritating, I like the attention. So I was in the shower, and he was throwing things over the shower curtain: a wet cold washcloth, then another, then a pause, and Teresa came into the bathroom.
Teresa: What are you doing? Is that a booger?
Me: (from the shower) What are you up to?
Teresa: What’s the cup for?
Enzo: I’m making booger water to put on Mama Kate.
And then he rips aside the shower curtain and tosses a little cold water on me. We both scream.
I never saw or felt the booger, but I’m sure it was there.
One Good Mom
Lying in bed with Enzo before he falls asleep.
Me: Did you know that you’re my favorite son?
Enzo: Yeah. And you and Teresa are my favorite mom.
Me: Your favorite moms?
Enzo: (shaking his head) Together you make one good mom.
Lies in My Blog
I think of myself as being immune from certain kinds of affectation. But ye gods. Reading over what I’ve written so far I see some flat out lies.
I implied that I go on diets is so that I can be a good mother and sprint faster than my son in a true emergency. Truth: it is vanity, vanity, vanity. Also, fear, fear, fear.
I said that I don’t read blogs because I don’t have time. Truth: I’m not that interested in other people. I have plenty of time to read my own blog.
Assertions are true in the moment they’re written. That’s all you can hope for.