Anne Lamott is a Better Mother Than Me

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Yes, yes. Than I. WhatEVER. Yesterday, I read to my son excerpts from an Anne Lamott post on Mother's Day: "I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother’s Day. I didn’t want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure. Perhaps Mother’s Day will come to mean something to me as I grow even dottier in my dotage, and I will find myself bitter and distressed when Sam dutifully ignores the holiday." I shared with my son how I really didn't want him to ever feel guilt-ed into a Mother's Day either. (I remember one year when I had nothing for my mother and she didn't let me off the hook. I felt so awful and went to 7-11 and bought her some book. It wasn't born from within me. Just guilt and obligation). The first painful irony was that literally, as...
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Double Duty

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Today I lined all the bedroom drawers with gift wrap paper from the Container Store and then covered them with clear plastic shelf liner. They have adorable drawer liner, but it's scented. The unscented liner is white. I wanted adorable. So I did double duty on each drawer. Gift wrap then plastic shelf cover. Dogs in my son's room. Grey dots in ours. A black pattern that matches in the office and a wee little French girl riding bikes and a black chat and un café for the kitchen towels. It was a five hour job. I couldn't stop once I started. My back went into spasm at the end of it. The dishwasher was still full, breakfast dishes were in the sink and I'd had a cereal break for lunch. Yeah, there were no dinner plans in motion. All but two drawers were lined when my family got home. You can't see a thing because they are covered in...
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