Been reading a lot about parents who blog - there's an article in the NY Times about it. What it's all about, why they do it, what the kids will think of it when they're older.

I've noticed that most of the links they supplied are to parents who have kids that are still in the infant, toddler, elementary school age. Their antics are often fodder for humourous stories, sometimes for serious questions. And very entertaining reading. But they've overlooked something. Yes, those kids will grow up and read what you've written.

And they will someday be able to blog about you.

Lord, I hope my child is kind...

The worst part of working for a non-profit is the way people think they can control your time, that they have the right to impose on you because you are "paid" and they are not. That their volunteerism is so much more of a sacrifice than is the fact that you are paid far below what you are worth. That somehow, their contribution has so much more value that you should be grateful enough to do what they ask. What's up with that?

Well, I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one who forgets about the laundry...

Although I'm reeeaaallllyyy thankful that I don't have that much to do!!!

Laundry is not my favorite chore. I want my damn clothes to come out clean and pressed, ready to wear, the same size they were when I put them in there. Is that too much to ask? Seriously.

I like black. Can't there just be one color for black? Without some fancy special detergent? And what's the damn difference with "little ironing" if I still have to set up the damn ironing board and heat up the damn iron? Does it really make a difference? When does it cross the line into "a lot of" ironing? And when will someone make a decent friggin' iron that does cost as much as my whole wardrobe?

Household chores. The bane of my existence.

Well, the holidays are over. Back to the routine of dragging a semi-comatose kid out of bed...