Welcome to my blog. I write about fitting in, sticking out, and missing the motherland as a serial foreigner.

I wish I could do my chores in peace

Today, as I mopped the floor while Miriam begged me for a snack and Magdalena cried in her swing, I thought of a new definition of motherhood as it often means to me. I've always known that motherhood means not having time to do the things I want to do. Today, I realized that motherhood also means not having time to do the things I don't want to do. For example, mopping the floor. Sigh.

Another tidbit of wisdom tonight is for all the people who are wondering how it is to have two kids now instead of one (aside from the touchy-feely aspect of it all that I addressed here). Going from one to two kids was definitely less of a major transition for me than going from zero to one. I don't know if I'm in the majority or minority on that point. Yes, it is definitely more work, but you know what? It is also strangely liberating! With one kid, I could still get a lot done, so I often tried to, and I often failed. With two kids, I have resigned myself to the fact that I probably won't get anything done, ever, so why try? And then I don't fail. Wonderful.

Flashback Friday: In which I nearly freeze to death

Tucson and I are on the outs again.