"You know, I hate to sound like an advertisement, but Dawn is the best soap for the job." - Alice Berkner

Two things:

1)Primo’s birthday party. I now know why my mother-in-law spends each family function in the kitchen, cleaning up, pretty much the moment our forks hit the empty plates – she’s hoping we will all take the hint and GO THE HELL HOME.

2)My Saturday post. I do appreciate all the kind words, but mostly, I was trying to see if I could get across how crazy I sometimes feel, and how I try to not be any crazier. The actual reason for many of those, um, symptoms [Upcoming TMI! Danger, Will Robinson!] made itself abundantly clear sometime this morning – and allow me to say that since it’s been roughly two years, between the pregnancy thing and the nursing thing – well, Blackbird’s package of, shall we say, feminine accoutrement (which she said she can’t use due to their applicatorlessness) came in the mail last week, and just in time. Huh.

Oh, ok, just one more thing:

3)I just received my latest issue of Brain, Child magazine in which a mom of one of Primo’s school friends, a woman I am cultivating as a friend because she is just so cool and funny and smart and nice, has an essay. This fact blew me away because BC is my favorite magazine in the world; the topics are always interesting and/or relevant, and the writing incredibly, consistently solid and skillful. And R’s essay was moving and thoughtful and wry and strong, much like I think she is. And so now not only is she a bona fide rock star type in my world (as if her several published books weren’t enough!), but she *likes* me at least a little bit and is one of the very few people in real life to whom I have revealed the existence of this blog – and she reads it. Wow.