Monday, February 12, 2007
I am suffering small things. I want to lose ten more pounds. (Why is that? Why is it always a few more pounds? I want to look like I looked when I was 27 -- I was completely miserable at 27, but I looked good.) I want a mother's helper. Someone to tag along when we go to the park and make sure that neither small child is stolen. (How do other mothers do it? How do they take two small mobile children anywhere and return home with both of them?) I want my house to stay clean for more than 24 hours without me becoming obssessive about puttting things back where they belong. I'm no fun when I'm putting things back where they belong. I want spring. I feel restless, body and spirit restless.