Argh, motherhood, that sacred institution that everyone should feel like they're doing wrong.
I bring possibly-hopeful news from the future. I now own a mug with My Little Pony/Skyrim mashup art on it, and bedraggled geraniums in it. Also, Twilight Sparkle is levitating an anvil to drop on someone's head, because Looney Toons.
Who knows what the girl-child will give me.
No one I love has suggested that I need diamonds, perfume, or a vacuum to feel like a better mother. Instead I think I get breakfast in bed (last year it was cold cereal and pudding) and three blessed hours alone.
And I just finished my gift to my mom: a letter detailing what's happening to us this year, ala the Christmas update letters I have never once in my adult life managed to write. That's all she wants.
So, um, I also found motherhood and ritualized celebrations thereof a lot more uncomfortable until the fruit of my loins grew personalities, but then it got better. For me.
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I bring possibly-hopeful news from the future. I now own a mug with My Little Pony/Skyrim mashup art on it, and bedraggled geraniums in it. Also, Twilight Sparkle is levitating an anvil to drop on someone's head, because Looney Toons.
Who knows what the girl-child will give me.
No one I love has suggested that I need diamonds, perfume, or a vacuum to feel like a better mother. Instead I think I get breakfast in bed (last year it was cold cereal and pudding) and three blessed hours alone.
And I just finished my gift to my mom: a letter detailing what's happening to us this year, ala the Christmas update letters I have never once in my adult life managed to write. That's all she wants.
So, um, I also found motherhood and ritualized celebrations thereof a lot more uncomfortable until the fruit of my loins grew personalities, but then it got better. For me.