...apologizing for our dirty houses that aren't, in fact, very dirty
...buying sweaters from Nordstrom (gasp!) and sometimes Value Village
...sneaking around like little thieves while the kids and husbands are occupied, stealing time for small things that make our hearts trill
...drinking red wine. We're sure it's too much, too often. We don't know how else to cope with this comfy life
...deciding not to understand the bad things that are coming
...taking comfort in the tucking of a curly hair strand behind our daughters' ears and the patting of our sons' heads
...watching our televisions with horror
...making believe we're 32 instead of 42
...stir-frying brussels sprouts that look like tiny alien heads
...trying to figure out if we're happy and just pretending to be moody, or moody pretending to be happy
...our eyes leaking at the slightest provocation, sometimes because of wind, and sometimes because our childrens' teachers give glowing behavioral reports
...plodding along in our part-time jobs, happy to have flexible schedules, yet not liking the corporate speak that is sneaking in to every meeting, making us feel like schmucks instead of Real Writers
...wondering when our time will come, even though it's clearly already here
