Rants from a middle-aged woman channeling her inner two-year-old
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Cup Size
Our two year old daughter was trying to put on one of my bras. She asked her big brother for help. He responded thus: "I don't really know how to put a bra on; you'll have to ask Mommy. I don't wear one every day." Well, amen to that.
Fargo Eferdito is a name I created for myself when I was 2. Now I'm trying to channel my inner 2 year old. A house frau, I’m not very good at it. But the children seem well adjusted, and the spouse is extremely tolerant of my many short comings. I eat too much junk food, don't exercise enough and can lose my temper. I'm anxious and neurotic. I'm often exhausted. Have been since age 14. I'm an NPR and PBS junkie. You’ll pry my NY Times out of my cold dead hands. I adore my spouse, son and daughter. I like horses, dogs, cats... I'm afraid of birds. I'm unusually attached to my planner pen; it's lost. I abhor racism and intolerance. I do not suffer fools gladly. I swear too much. New age jazz music makes my stomach churn. I teach my kids 60s protest songs. I love reading and hiking. You can learn more from books or a walk in the woods than you can from organized religion. I stress that I need a real job so I can make a "contribution" to society. I went to prep school. I suffer from periodic insomnia. I aspire to publish a children's book some day, when I have the time and gumption to return to a long neglected manuscript. I'm trying to be a better spouse, parent, friend...
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