Grace is admitting...
... that some days "attachment parenting" is another word for torture.
... that your standards for hippy parenting are incompatible with your standards for household cleanliness.
... that your two perfect angel babies, your beautiful gifts from heaven, are sometimes rather difficult to entertain.
... that a big hunk of plastic which represents consumerism and escapism and lazy parenting and everything that's wrong with America, which will never biogdegrate in a landfill, which is thus DESTROYING THE WORLD... that some days this manifestation of evil can also be the thing that saves the world, for one very tired mama, in one very small way.
having fun not being held by mama
I bought this this week. Feeling kind of guilty that it makes me so happy.
farm forecast
The forecast calls for temperatures in the mid-30s overnight. Upon learning this I rushed out and picked all the mostly-ripe tomatoes and peppers in the garden, and then covered things up as much as possible with heavyweight row cover fabric (dreaming of high tunnels). Hopefully it'll be enough; tonight is forecast to be the coldest night in the foreseeable future, so if the summer crops survive it we should be good for a little while yet.
Not that we wouldn't, in some way, be glad to be done eating tomatoes. We've certainly had our fair share over the past month or two—the sores in my mouth testify to the effects of our current high-acid diet. But not really. Besides how delicious and nutritious our tomatoes and other veggies are, there's something wonderful about all the free food available right outside our kitchen door. I'm not ready for that to end!
Of course, even after the tomatoes are reduced to mush by freezing temperatures the carrots and collards will still be going strong. Hmm, I should have planted more cold-weather crops.