I've decided that there needs to be a new description for what I do because "Stay At Home Mom" isn't cutting it. That expression has always rubbed me the wrong way. Something about it implies relaxation, like I'm calling in sick. ("Yeah, I think I'll just Stay At Home and Mother today!") Here I am, sticky and gross from the daily house clean (once your kid gets mobile, mopping seems less like a burden and more like an imperative), wearing maternity shorts and one of Matt's college tees ("you know the one. With the curry stain. Mrrrroooow!") and nursing a hardcore desire to kvetch, so bear with me, m'kay? I see mommies at the garden in their Toby Birch flats and flowy hippie dresses (ain't nothing peaceful about the price, I guarantee) and I wonder how they do it. It's not even about the fact that they look so good, although that's definitely a component - it's that they seem so TOGETHER. An acquaintance of mine somehow finds the time to market her hilarious 'zine, The East Village INKY, which she writes and illustrates, while simultaneously penning a monthly column in BUST Magazine, meeting the deadline on her FIFTH novel, arranging readings and book tours, acting in downtown theatrical productions, and raising two children under the age of 10 with her equally-talented husband (who co-wrote "Urinetown", one of my favorite musicals). JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter while her kid napped. I have one child, 2 cats, and a tiny apartment and I am ashamed to admit the lengths I go to to avoid the laundry. (I've been known to throw a burp cloth over the wet spots in Will's crib.) He's great at playing independently (good thing since I'm not getting any younger and adoption isn't getting any cheaper) but even when he wants to be left alone, I can't seem to focus on anything longer a blog entry. Most of you work outside of the home yet still manage to keep the house clean and the kid alive. How do you find time for a creative life? Or do you? And for those of you who don't work outside the home, what do you say when you're asked what you do? What do you call yourself?
Oops - I hear the impatient coughs of someone who would like to get out of his crib now, please. Time to make the donuts!