daycare

So far this spring I have met with folks on the street who have been infested with scabies, had active TB, were crawling with lice, and who had oozing staph infections.

A Hispanic journalist mourns the loss of an ethics crusading legislator who once used the word “wetback”:

Mother’s Day weekend began with Miss C insisting I open her present after school on Friday. I told her I should probably wait until Sunday but she was adamant. She had made a lovely plate at school with a colorful drawing of a beautiful sun. I’d show you a picture of it, but then I’d have to hunt you down and kill you as it has her real name and school name on it.

Have you ever skimmed over words at bedtime just to speed read through story time?

Eaten your kids’ last PopTart?

Lied about the Doodlebops disappearing from TV?

I showed up Sunday morning expecting a guy in a furry animal costume to greet me at the door.  The name made it sound like a spin off program of Captain Kangaroo or a daycare. Perhaps the place would be decorated in primary colors. And we’d have snack time.

Farmland Friends turned out to be a church lead by a man who teaches compassion well.

My eight-year-old Pathfinder quit running Wednesday because that is what happens when you are counting on a nice little tax refund and you might splurge and get your eyeballs “fixed.” Wheels trump eyeballs every time. Mama must have a reliable mama mobile.

Now that Miss A is fully potty trained I’m embracing the diaper free days/Pull Up nights and I generally let her do her bathroom business on her own.

I just got a phone call from a friend who was upset to the verge of tears.

I’m headed to New Jersey tomorrow for Camp Baby, Johnson & Johnson’s all expense paid retreat for blogging moms and moms with baby/child/momcentric websites, however you want to slice this piece of the Internet pie. We are moms. We are wired. Hear us type!

When I first started blogging I was anonymous. The reason was I was telling true stories about my life, and I didn't want any crazy ex-girlfriends to show up at my door with a shotgun or a kid they claimed was mine. Then I opened a restaurant and lost my anonymity. With all the social networking I do for both work and personal purposes, I'm pretty easy to find.