Palimpsest
Today I took Mr. Pants to a home daycare that a friends baby goes to. He loved it. He dove right in and played, had a snack and really liked walking to the park. The Woman running it was super nice and I could tell her dealing with toddler ideas were in line with my own basically so we will be a good fit. Jack liked her and the assistant. Two days a week I am signing him up for. omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg.
I think it will be good for all of us. I need a break like you would not believe. Or maybe you would if you are dealing with your own bundle of joy. Plus, Jack as been obsessed with the concept of a friend, any kid he meets he immediately identifies them as a friend and talks about them. Jack is also in a phase where if I am around I am the one who has to do everything for him. If milk must be poured I have to do it, etc. TIRED OF IT!
I went to yoga this morning ass early. When I think of yoga I picture sleek people effortlessly moving from graceful pose to graceful pose. Instead I get sweaty and grunt a lot and my breath, instead of being deep and restorative, is shallow and forced. Sweat rolling off me, seriously, I hate it when my head leaves a gross sweat spot on the yoga mat. EW!
If I were that sort of artist I would like to create a set of palimpsest scrolls from a fake world. I’m not that artist but I like to think about it. I like to think of myself as a palimpsest too, moving from life phase to life phase, each time wiped almost clean and written over.
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October 16, 2009 at 6:04 pm
Yup. You need it. And don’t let anyone try and make you feel bad about it either.
In my experience, those who say “Oh, so you leave him at daycare with strangers when you’re not working?” are the kind with extended family living close by who are always dropping their kids off with grandma so they can spend all day at the mall, or getting their nails done and never give that a second thought.
Everyone needs time to themselves away from kids. We love them, but uninterrupted toddler will send you bananas very, very quickly. That’s why so many 50s women ended up addicted to barbituates! “It takes a village t raise a child”: we’re social animals, and you only have to observe the communal childcare in traditional societies or even primate groups to appreciate that one adult and a child full-time is not the way it was meant to be.
Yah. Rant over.
I get all sweaty too. It’s my meds.
And I had to google palimpsest.