Yesterday, Mia spent two hours in the care of someone other than a family member or a preschool teacher for the first time in her life. For those of you playing along at home, she'll be four next month. And this afternoon, I am meeting the 12 year old who, provided she doesn't smack the children or ask me whether I have accepted jesus christ as my personal savior, is going to be my mother's helper for the summer and care for my children one day a week (while I am in the same building, yes, but still). I don't consider myself over-protective, and I think if you spent time with me that you would agree, but it has still taken me almost four years to get to the point that I could manage to do this. It comes as a huge relief, really.
And for those few of you who care about such things, if I disappear from the blog for a week and you are wondering what has happened to me, you can safely assume that it has something to do with this sort of nonsense:
And finally, my friend Karen, who is fabulous, has just started a brand new fabulous blog, and she sent me some interview questions which I couldn't resist answering (psst... how do you spell "narcissist"?) and she posted them, and so you should check it out if you are interested in me being in compromising positions with Little People or Chris scoring with hookers. And really, if you aren't interested in those things, I think you are dead inside.