in june 2010, our lives got turned upside down in the best possible way: the birth of our awesome kiddo, john. in october 2013, brother charlie charged into our life to change the status quo again. and june 2016 brought us brother ben to round out our trio.

i'm proud to have "mom" at the top of the list of titles on my resume, but i'm also still a hard-working professional. how does a working mom juggle work and family? ride along with me and see if i can figure it out!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

get naked!

cutest booty in town. hands down.
last night in the car, john suddenly shouted to us, "i get naked! time for naked?"

so when we got home, he got a bath, and then ran around the house naked.

oh to be two when this is completely socially acceptable!


on a life balance note, i've been trying to find a little more time to read lately. pre-john, i tore through 1-3 books a week. (granted, they were mostly junk law novels and trashy pop-lit, nothing very heavy.) since john, i'm lucky if i read a book every three months. 

and i miss my reading. so this morning, since john was comfortably playing in his room as i ate my breakfast, i grabbed a book from my endless backlog. i happened to grab one by the title of "the undomestic goddess." it's one of those seemingly hundreds of modern novels that detail the trials and travails of a single woman who - gasp! - doesn't meet conventional standards of what a woman should be.

this one is a workaholic. that one would rather shop than date. the other one spends too much time on her TRUE passion, photography. but all of them have one thing in common: they're "modern" heroines.

and you know what? i'm waving a big fat red flag at this whole genre. i think these books are considered borderline feminist - you know, strong modern women who are perfectly fine without a man, thanks (until the requisite love interest comes along and challenges their preconceived notions of love! gasp!) and they're certainly perceived to be a more au currant version of the lead female protagonist.

but they are trite, and one-dimensional, and shallow, and BORING. and predictable. and, well, more than a little embarrassing. 

i am 100% certain there are novelists out there writing actually GOOD books about being a woman in the 21st century - being a single woman, a working woman, a married woman, a mom, a friend, a strong woman, a weak woman, a busy woman, a tired woman, a powerful and empowered woman - whatever. i'm not pretending those aren't out there. i'm just saying ... these particular books suck, and it makes me sad that they are popular enough that they wind up in my stack of books to read.

so. tonight, i will go home and try to find time to read a male-dominated crime novel that features either the womanizing antics of a secretly soft-hearted asshole or the alcohol infused self-flagellation of a fallen-from-grace star cop. or something similar. and i will think about the fact that it probably makes me a hypocrite that these one-dimensional caricatures of men don't offend me as the shallow, vapid caricatures of women. and then i will decide how much i care.


and if you care about my stance on other quasi-feminist issues, tomorrow i will tackle the touchy case of a professor at american university who breastfed her infant in front of her class. i promise i will also include a cute picture of john, since i know that is why you're really reading this anyway!

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