ow. again with the ow/motherhood means mental freeze
yeah, more owiness.
So, I used to live on the east coast, and in a lot of ways it seems to me that I was smarter, then. I read more, watched TV less, was politically active, had a job, went to school... and was relatively fine with my life. Then I moved out to the west coast. I immeadeatly felt happier. And stupider. I still had a job, eventually, after a few very generous months on a futon in a freind's house. I was able to upgrade to paying roomate status, and was thinking about going back to school. Politics not so much, TV, well, couldn't afford it. Reading....mostly comic books.
But happy! Then I became a mom, and let me tell you, whoever you are, my IQ must have dropped by 50 points the moment I was knocked up. I feel knowledge seeping out of my head like a kid with a snotty nose. I was in school, but barely finished out the semester. That was five years ago, and I still don't have any kind of substantial college education I can point to. I can, however, smell a dirty diaper at twenty paces. That doesn't bring in as much money as being an executive of some kind, or even answering phones. Hell, the night janitor at Kmart makes more. My brother was one, so I know. Dumb as a sack of hammers. Sharp as a sack of wet mice. I used to blame the avacados. The pure hippy-ified air, the residual pot smoke that hangs above Berkeley, the fact that under the purple hair it was blonde, you name it, but really, I'm just not very smart.
But I'm happy.
I know women who hold down jobs and have kids and can carry on wonderful conversations where I just smile, nod, and eat another PB&J. They are happy people too. They have the total package... Maybe they can't fold a fitted sheet. That's it. I bet my linen closet is neater. I'll fold that damn sheet so flat and iron it too. If I could remember to do it..... uh..... brain tumor!
New book started: Focoult's Pendulum, by Umberto Eco. So far, no hot monks getting it on.
Knitting update: Commisioned cardigan back done, and a partial sleeve.
Husband socks languish...
Movies: None lately, caught up on some very critical buffy the vampire slayer. TIVO!
So, I used to live on the east coast, and in a lot of ways it seems to me that I was smarter, then. I read more, watched TV less, was politically active, had a job, went to school... and was relatively fine with my life. Then I moved out to the west coast. I immeadeatly felt happier. And stupider. I still had a job, eventually, after a few very generous months on a futon in a freind's house. I was able to upgrade to paying roomate status, and was thinking about going back to school. Politics not so much, TV, well, couldn't afford it. Reading....mostly comic books.
But happy! Then I became a mom, and let me tell you, whoever you are, my IQ must have dropped by 50 points the moment I was knocked up. I feel knowledge seeping out of my head like a kid with a snotty nose. I was in school, but barely finished out the semester. That was five years ago, and I still don't have any kind of substantial college education I can point to. I can, however, smell a dirty diaper at twenty paces. That doesn't bring in as much money as being an executive of some kind, or even answering phones. Hell, the night janitor at Kmart makes more. My brother was one, so I know. Dumb as a sack of hammers. Sharp as a sack of wet mice. I used to blame the avacados. The pure hippy-ified air, the residual pot smoke that hangs above Berkeley, the fact that under the purple hair it was blonde, you name it, but really, I'm just not very smart.
But I'm happy.
I know women who hold down jobs and have kids and can carry on wonderful conversations where I just smile, nod, and eat another PB&J. They are happy people too. They have the total package... Maybe they can't fold a fitted sheet. That's it. I bet my linen closet is neater. I'll fold that damn sheet so flat and iron it too. If I could remember to do it..... uh..... brain tumor!
New book started: Focoult's Pendulum, by Umberto Eco. So far, no hot monks getting it on.
Knitting update: Commisioned cardigan back done, and a partial sleeve.
Husband socks languish...
Movies: None lately, caught up on some very critical buffy the vampire slayer. TIVO!
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