The perils of having Jeff Tweedy’s children
Sometimes I worry that I’m going to be a really bad mom. The worry goes beyond just the regular will I forget to turn off the stove stuff, or will I still be able to mom and write stuff. Tonight I worry about just being able to put aside my own needs and putting those of someone else above mine.
Since today was my first day back at work after a hellish week off (between the short story birth and my dad, it wasn’t much fun), I decided that I needed a little spoiling tonight. I came home (early) and immediately jumped into the pajamas. Then I proceeded to make homemade chicken noodle soup (comfort food) while watching Dawson’s Creek. After that I plugged into the stream of Jeff Tweedy’s Sunken Treasure DVD (which I cannot wait to buy tomorrow) and ate the second half of my Oreo cookie Blizzard. It’s been utterly delightful.
And really can you do that shit when you have kids? Because what if my kids don’t care about their daddy’s new DVD?
Tags: biological clock, Jeff Tweedy, Music
Posted on Mon, 23 October 2006 at 9:58 pm
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If you can make homemade chicken noodle soup, you will do just fine.
23 Oct 06 at 10:16 pm #thank you! Now how do I get Jeff Tweedy to impregnate me?
23 Oct 06 at 10:20 pm #Jump on stage & kiss him…no, wait! That won’t work.
23 Oct 06 at 10:44 pm #Are you trying break my face?
23 Oct 06 at 10:46 pm #Hah, You could take him.
23 Oct 06 at 11:13 pm #but would he take me?
23 Oct 06 at 11:17 pm #I wrote a blog entry over two years ago about how Jeff Tweedy made me realize I could still be a parent, be cool, write shit, and punch people in the face.
23 Oct 06 at 11:39 pm #