If it's not arterial, I don't want to hear about it. Life as a mother to the multitude: international adoption, the child rearing advice industry (anti-mom to the core), working outside the home, parentally incorrect, working inside the home, large family, multiracial family, red thread, older child adoption, special needs aka waiting child adoption, attachment parenting, school these days, many pets, and, you know, Life. It's all zen, all the time.
My "powers" (see previous post) do not extend to dominion over the Counter of Infamy. No matter how many hours I devote to excavation and evacuation, no matter how often I achieve zen emptiness and visible tile --I blink, turn my back, sneeze--something, anything--and it looks like this.
Mama to 7 (finally!). I do and am other stuff too, of course, but these blogs are meditations on mothering and motherhood, about the now of Mom, MOM!'s wonderful life. It's all zen, all the time. Writing these blogs keeps me knowing that.
