Thank goodness....

....for an independent readings course. I've read five comedias each week for the last three weeks, and will do so for the next three weeks.

I've started to think that a comedia a day keeps postpartum depression away. :-) I've been planning projects to work on after the course is done, too. I just have to have something to remind me that there is more to me (and my life and overall existence) than making meals, disciplining a melt-down-inclined three-year-old, washing diapers and laundry, and being a milk machine.

I love being a mom, don't get me wrong. My friend Jen always says that I need to re-identify myself because the "feminist" label doesn't quite fit. (She most recently said this after learning that I had spent some time in the afternoon sewing the patches onto Ben's scout shirt...I usually don't use that statement to discuss the wide range of feminist possibilities). My kids and Ben are definitely the most fulfilling part of my existence. It's just nice to be able to have something to turn over in my head and use to ask questions about why we, as human beings, do some of the things we do.

And it avoids this. And this.

Unintentional conditioning

So last night Bee asked to listen to my Dixie Chicks "Fly" CD. I didn't know that she had ever listened to it.

The first track on the album is "Ready to Run." My three-year-old started singing with it. Knew almost every word. Apparently my music choices are already affecting her.

I guess there could be worse things....

Comics

I find it really funny that the two comics that best describe my life are PhD comics and Baby Blues...great combination.

Today's comics from both strips were particularly appropriate.