Well.

Same day. New entry. I'm feeling totally useless these days. I'm not smart. I'm lazy. I can't seem to do anything well. I'm not sure what the point is. I can't talk to anyone about it because they inevitably say (some in a more patronizing way than others) some variation of, "Oh, you are doing the most important job in the world! Mothering three wonderful children!" Oh yeah? Well, we don't know how they'll turn out, do we? I mean, sure they're totally awesome NOW, but who's to say they won't be knocking over convenience stores by the time they're fifteen? We're an easy bike ride from a CVS, several gas stations and several grocery stores. The opportunity is there. It could happen. Maybe we should move? But, I digress (I know, I know, but I like how fancy it sounds to say, "But, I digress." But, I digress...again.) Anyone can be a mother. Any chick, that is. Even chicks who also do useful things, like have jobs or volunteer a lot or just look really pretty and tell good jokes. Being a mother is not enough to be worthy of taking up space. Those bumper stickers that say "Mothering is a Proud Profession" make me gag. But there are two bumper stickers that always make me laugh: "Jesus is Coming. Look Busy!" and "What if the Hokey Pokey IS what it's all about?" Those are funny.