Wednesday, May 10, 2006
don't drink the koolaid, or do we say jello now??
ok. we are about one hour away from the anniversary of my drive to the arlington hospital. ah yes, a midnight check-in please. i didn't even tell dr porter that i was a night owl. as opposed to those wacky day owls, or do we just call them early birds. tomorrow i have MOPS. the second to last meeting before summer break. i'm a little disappointed in the cult-ish vibe i am getting from this group. i mean, i have met some wonderful moms who are very good christians. even a few willing to answer my questions about faith. and i know i have issues, but i am so suspect of these overtly pious people and i search and search for flaws, and for some odd reason, i feel good when i find them. not good, relieved rather. like they are on this search for goodness that i haven't started but they still don't have the answers. which makes it similar to not reading that book in english class when the overachievers are done, but no one understood it anyway, so they are no more better off than me. i just want to make sure we are on the right path. and to be honest, i'm very liberal with religion. to each her own, is really what i think, but that doesn't seem to follow with some of these mops who are praying for the souls of the non-believers. the first week, there was hardly a mention of the bible and last week, it went all fire and brimstone on me. felt a little disconcerting. who spiked the tea? sorry to get all intro-speekaytive on you, but i am not sure where i stand with this mops. did i mention the brunch is always yummy? in a bad mother peekay moment, i found steven hanging by his overall strap in his playpen today. yeah. i. did. (once you get past the fact that i just said playpen-seriously, you can resume breathing now,) and i didn't quite immediately realize that he was caught up on the handle of the sippy cup that *I* hooked on the side. oops. the second mistake was telling steve, while bursting out laughing b/c the image in my mind is NOW funny, but not to the father. so now im not only bad, im evil. tomorrow will be an amazing achievement for me. i kept the baby alive a whole year! seriously, it's been scary and i'm glad that first year of question marks, confusion and book/internet research is over. because, now im like so much more well-read and confused! minutes spent cutting off tags for steven's new summer wardrobe from grammy: 30, laundry loads to get clothes clean: 3.
ok. we are about one hour away from the anniversary of my drive to the arlington hospital. ah yes, a midnight check-in please. i didn't even tell dr porter that i was a night owl. as opposed to those wacky day owls, or do we just call them early birds. tomorrow i have MOPS. the second to last meeting before summer break. i'm a little disappointed in the cult-ish vibe i am getting from this group. i mean, i have met some wonderful moms who are very good christians. even a few willing to answer my questions about faith. and i know i have issues, but i am so suspect of these overtly pious people and i search and search for flaws, and for some odd reason, i feel good when i find them. not good, relieved rather. like they are on this search for goodness that i haven't started but they still don't have the answers. which makes it similar to not reading that book in english class when the overachievers are done, but no one understood it anyway, so they are no more better off than me. i just want to make sure we are on the right path. and to be honest, i'm very liberal with religion. to each her own, is really what i think, but that doesn't seem to follow with some of these mops who are praying for the souls of the non-believers. the first week, there was hardly a mention of the bible and last week, it went all fire and brimstone on me. felt a little disconcerting. who spiked the tea? sorry to get all intro-speekaytive on you, but i am not sure where i stand with this mops. did i mention the brunch is always yummy? in a bad mother peekay moment, i found steven hanging by his overall strap in his playpen today. yeah. i. did. (once you get past the fact that i just said playpen-seriously, you can resume breathing now,) and i didn't quite immediately realize that he was caught up on the handle of the sippy cup that *I* hooked on the side. oops. the second mistake was telling steve, while bursting out laughing b/c the image in my mind is NOW funny, but not to the father. so now im not only bad, im evil. tomorrow will be an amazing achievement for me. i kept the baby alive a whole year! seriously, it's been scary and i'm glad that first year of question marks, confusion and book/internet research is over. because, now im like so much more well-read and confused! minutes spent cutting off tags for steven's new summer wardrobe from grammy: 30, laundry loads to get clothes clean: 3.
