So many children, she didn't know what to do

Long periods between posts generally mean I have lost my sense of humor! I'm not sure where it has gotten to, unless it has been swallowed up by fatigue. I checked myself in the mirror this morning, and sure enough, my mouth is set in a disapproving frown, pulling down at the corners without my bidding.

One thing that did make me laugh yesterday was an email that appeared in my inbox, naming me as someone nominated to be a local woman's history honoree, for being "amazing" in some way or another. This is the work of one of my dastardly friends, who hasn't spent enough time in my presence to rule me out for such a reward. I'm just ordinary--the old woman who lives in a shoe, spanking her children soundly and giving them broth for dinner far more frequently than she probably should. If in twenty years I find that my kids have turned out okay, if I have managed to run my business well enough to help get our money pit of a house into shape, if I can at that point find myself volunteering in the community--it seems to me that that is the time of life where I might look back and say that I did some amazing things. Right now, I'm just holding on by my fingernails and trying not to fall. The fact that I haven't fallen is, so far, my most amazing accomplishment.