I don't know what time is going to show on this post, but I'm telling you: again, it's late.We are both totally overworked, and yet completely under-employed.
Tim wears two or three different hats, jobwise. All with incredibly flexible hours (read: he works all day, until late at night), but very few benefits. Except for the invaluable benefit of being able to go to occasional lacrosse games, walk Anna to school, come home for lunch one day a week, and do what he loves to do. And the boss is very friendly.
I'm working just the one job. Our family is my job. And it's full time.
Again: incredibly flexible hours (see above), no benefits. Except for numerous hugs, the chance to nap, hearing their voices rising up through the windows on the way home from school, and the gift of being around while they are still here.
But...
Sometimes. I suspect I hide behind all this usefulness, busy-ness, neediness. How can I possibly worry about what's next for me to do with my life, while there are lunches to be made? Laundry to be folded. Cheeks to kiss.
Am I kicking up the dirt, so I don't have to look too far down the road?
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We're up late again, putting together our new baby: Public Bookstore.
I'd like to introduce you to one of our contributors, Stephanie Dennis. I "met" Stephanie through This Joy + Ride, and loved her drawings. They are perfect for our project. But she also has wonderful paintings, which you can see here.
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Another Stephanie, whom many of us know from 3191, has given us a glimpse into her home, here, and it's wonderful. I hope you like it, too.
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In the house to our right, a three-week-old grandson is being put to bed, along with his two-year-old brother.
In the house to our left, our neighbors have brought home a baby girl, and a baby boy. When I saw their dad(!) leave to pick them up from the hospital today, I thought: there he goes to get his children. And I couldn't keep from crying. Tim and I just perched by the open window to hear a new-baby-cry.
It's a crazy thing we do, this child-having. This parenting. This hopeful ignoring of the inevitable.
Thankfully, we are rewarded for our stupidity with all of those hugs and kisses.
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I've been posting all sorts of pictures over here. Go have a look, if you like.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.tt
