zen motherhood

I think many women struggle with the idea that their spouses may not be a full contributor to the household duties (some of you are sighing, I can hear it...) and others are blessed with a partner that contributes fully. Or even others who are reading this know they are the slacker in their duo or you are having to manage it single-handedly (is that a word?). I am lucky to have something in the middle. But I think all of you will find some humor in this story especially if you are even the slightest OCD (obsessive compulsive diva) like myself. Yesterday I had a phone interview scheduled for 6pm and my husband who has been a gigantic supporter of my job search offered to cook dinner so I could concentrate on getting ready for the interview. No easy feat mind you with a 3 1/2 year old 'helping' out. But I was relieved to not have to worry about getting dinner ready and prepare for the interview. As I ran through my questions and answers my husband whipped up some great veggie

I have decided that if I can't work out a job that I may become a toddler translator. I really am only qualified to translate my child but it's something to consider. I have been painfully waiting for the day that my daughter will be reciting Emerson or really just using words in a sentence that make complete sense. And I think we are almost there, but we seem to have some Lost in Translation moments. I wrote earlier that it's difficult to know if your child's speech is on track and they are speaking the proper number of words or whether or not she has a speech problem and needs to go into therapy. I think we are okay but this is a difficult stage to be in as she pointedly tells me things and when I don't understand, repeats them loudly and in a frustrated tone. Last night's conversation was a classic: Naomi "mama, i take rainbow and cut it just like daddy" Mom "you miss daddy?" Naomi "no- ugh- mama, i cut it!" Mom "you