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By rebecca, May 18, 2012 9:16 am

For Mother’s Day last weekend,

I was the lucky recipient of

four handmade cards,

a plastic flower in a painted pot,

a stack of pancakes and coffee served in bed

and this sign:

Which I also like to hold like this:

Because if there’s anything we’ve learned from Jersey Shore

(I know, there’s so much)

It’s that you add a “WOW” at the end of someone’s name

So everyone will know they’re supposed to be sexy.

Nursery school Mother’s Day crafts are finally moving in the right direction.

Next up,

Paper-mache pushup bras.

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By rebecca, May 11, 2012 4:40 am

“Mommy? Is my tiara on upside down again?”

I let out a long sigh of resignation.

“No, sweetie. It’s right side up. And …

And it looks lovely.”

She skips over to the mirror to admire herself.

“I’m being a princess.”

“That’s fine, Irene. You can pretend to be a princess if you want.”

“I can? Even though you don’t like princesses alive?”

. . .

I don’t think I’m quite as radical as she thinks I am.

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By rebecca, May 4, 2012 5:03 am

Baby Mary sat in her stroller in the backyard

Watching her siblings play.

Watching the neighbour kids play, too.

I kept peeking out from the kitchen to make sure she was all right,

Smiling at how happy she was just to sit and watch.

The sun was shining and birds were singing.

Then, as if in an instant,

I’m juggling my now-fussy baby and trying to finish dinner on the stove.

The kids are inside now,

Fighting and whining and everywhere.

Ed’s caught in a transit delay.

Everybody’s hungry and I can’t keep up with the laundry or the dishes or the gardening or the cleaning.

There are bills to pay and papers to fill out and calenders to keep up and school bags to empty and fill.

Groceries to buy and breakfasts, lunches, dinners, snacks, omg, the never-ending snacks to make.

And work is slow this week, this month, and I can’t afford the babysitter, but how do I get more work without a sitter?

And breathe.

(Or cry in the bathroom. Just a little bit.)

And everybody sit and eat your damned dinner or you won’t get any chocolate.

And breathe.

It’s just between 5 and 7pm.

Again.