Like Gayla, I too could use a TV mom right about now:
I am currently deep inside what can only be described as the greatest marathon of my life. I am at the computer literally every waking moment of the day with the exception of feeble attempts at basic hygeine and feeding myself and the cat.I have finally figured out what it is that I need in times like these — a TV mom! Cause who the hell else is more subserviant and self-sacrificing than a TV mom? Imagine it. I can just keep plugging away while TV mom brings healthy meals and freshly brewed tea or cappuccinos right to my desk. Plus TV mom could wash my clothes, clean up my mess of papers, books, and Pantone Guides, give me hugs when I’m freaking out and just basically hold my shit together for me until I finish and can take my life back.
That would be great. Except I am the mom, though certainly not a TV-style one. The house is a disaster and the laundry is piling up, but at least I’ve been making somewhat of an effort…in the meals department. Then there are real moms out there, like this one and that one and this one, who are incredibly creative, yet still seem have their acts together. Maybe I’ll join their ranks some day. If only.
Update: Awright, he’s no teevee mom, but I should give mad props to the husband. Yesterday he prepared a Tofurky feast for us. This morning he unexpectedly brought home vegan caramel pecan rolls from Breadsmith. And the wrist brace he ordered online just yesterday for my gimpy arm, well, it arrived this afternoon by Speedy Delivery. Damned speedy, I’d say. Plus he’s been spending a little extra quality time (probably involving the PS2) with the little man so I can get some more work done. Now if the house would just automagically clean itself, I Dream of Jeannie style, then we’d be set.