My future husband will know it's been a bad day if when he comes home . . .Though this list may not be comprehensive, it proves that I'm already thinking of ways to make this poor man's life more bearable. So, Mr. Right, wherever you are, I know I'm not easy to live with - I promise, I'm trying to think ahead. (I'm not going too far with this, am I?)
- the kitchen is a mess
- he finds me sleeping
- he notices my hands are dry
- my plans for dinner are not obvious
- I've left a note (or any kind of electronic message) detailing the separate whereabouts of myself and our children
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Bad Day
At work on Monday, while cleaning Lillian's high chair, I began wishing I had my own child to clean up after. In an odd train of thought that followed, I made a list. Listed were some distinctly obvious clues that will alert my future husband to the fact that his wife and child(ren) have not had the best day.
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