Walking Backwards

The monster baby is down for his afternoon power nap, and instead of joining him like I should, I'm here trying to keep up with my journal. I have a to-do list a mile long, but at this point I don't care. I need some down time. Last night was my night on the town and I spent it rushing to book group, discussing a book I didn't like, and rushing home. It just wasn't relaxing. Joe says that I exist on stress and at this point I am inclined to agree with him. I have all of these things that I want to do, but doing everything as well as keeping up with my responsibilities is getting harder and harder. I still try to do as much as I can, though. I really see how housewives get addicted to alcohol or valium. I can also see how postal workers go postal; the idea that there will never be an end to the mail equates to laundry or dishes in this house. I really would like to throw and kick things. Its really difficult to see all these calm and peaceful mothers at Nico's preschool and at the park. I just want to beg them to tell me their secrets of the universe or to staple things to them. They really have one up on me.


Enough of my crazy tangent, let's move on to something that will not make my blood pressure go up to dangerous levels. I delivered my first Austin Red Tent meal today. Austin Red Tent is an interesting program set up by some Austin mothers to help out other mothers in need. This time I delivered a dinner to a family that had just had a baby two weeks ago. Other things they do is help when a parent is sick, help with moving, and just help in general. I think its a wonderful idea and am really looking forward to the next thing I can participate in. I'll admit it was weird making chicken enchiladas at 10 o'clock this morning, but Nico thought it was neat because I gave him a fresh ginger cookie after breakfast. Of course, he wasn't able to entertain himself the whole time I was cooking, so it did get a little tedious toward the end. I really was going to make the food this weekend, but Joe got sick so I just did it this morning (and took care of dinner tonight in my sneaky way).


Argh! So much for a nap. The baby calls . . .