Blues Brothers

Without a Net
Things I didn't do this morning:* Eat breakfast* Read a newspaper, magazine, or back of any cereal boxes* Wipe up the congealed combination of syrup, milk and banana currently coating our dining table* Fold the increasingly-wrinkled laundry that's been in a basket for I don't even know how many days* Put on eye-shadow (though I did manage dabs of lipstick and mascara)What I did do this morning:* Got both boys up, changes, fed, relatively clean, dressed, teeth brushed, with lunch boxes in hand, ready for hubby to walk them to school* Read four books with the boys, including"Mr Rush" (of

Tick-Tock You Don't Stop
So, four months. OK. Fine. Lots of things to blame for radio silence. But, really, just myself. So, fine. Anyway.Been hearing a sound lately - a shocking sound. It's the incessant ticking of my internal, must-have-more-babies, time-is-running-out-and-you're-still-fertile clock. Why is that shocking, exactly? After all, I'm 35. Smack dab in the middle of nature making a run on my ovaries. Why shouldn't I be feeling that urge to keep procreating?Why? Because I'm done. We're done. DONE.See, we always wanted two kids. We live in New York city, land of ridiculously expensive apartments and even more ridiculous school tuition. And I never want to drive a mini v