Cruel summer

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

If people lived by the credo of "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," I'm not sure blogger - let alone the internet - would have been invented.

So I will not whine about my raging mid life crisis. How I have reached a certain age where I truly need makeup yet can barely find the time to apply it.

I could tell you about the cold fear in my belly as I fished my daughter from the pool, having realized she was struggling to breathe in the five seconds I turned my back. How the look on her face in that moment keeps me up at night.

My depression over our trips to Florida -and California - being cancelled because our house ate our bank account was a strong contender.

Instead, I will tell you about Harlow staring at my belly.

"Mama, look at how fat your belly is," she said. I stared down at her, eyebrows raised.

"Please," she added.

Because if I want to leave you with anything, it is that politeness right there? That is the product of awesome parenting.


  1. Okay, so how did you just tell me all about my life? My house, or rather the way the back end, all three impossibly tall stories of it, were cantilevered over NOTHING and we discovered that after we renovated floors 2 and 3. Add to that the lack of an actual career, and you pretty much have me sussed.

    My youngest loves to massage my tummy, but it is 4 years postpartum and not getting any firmer, not mere weeks. But I know, I know, I know.

    And I'm glad your kid is okay. And polite.

    erm ... solidarity?

  2. the monkeys all time favorite activity is watching my belly jiggle. or rather, making it jiggle themselves.

  3. I suppose if we can't have flat stomachs, we can always have our solidarity :)