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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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6:56 p.m. - 2005-05-06
As if my life weren’t already a gurgle of delight, I get to go buy my own Mother’s Day present tomorrow! A radio for the new vehicle. You know, I think a sound system is second only to headlights as far as what a car needs to be drivable. And making something so essential into a ‘gift’ is akin to buying a house and then gifting me with the roof. I destroyed my body having these kids. The same body he now turns his nose up at because the (breast feeding) boobs droop, the (swollen to 15X its original size during gestation) stomach has stretch marks and a puckered seam across the bottom where the docs sliced me open to get Wolf out. I have made sacrifice after sacrifice, slashing my work hours and limiting the kind of jobs I could take so I could be here for the kids while Mr ‘My Job is God’ thinks he’s Super Dad for taking a Sunday afternoon off to attend his kid’s birthday party. Who knows where the pediatricians’ office is? I do. Who knows to the nearest gram what Wolf has eaten in a day, in a week, in a month so as to make sure the kid is getting a broad spectrum of food benefits? I do. Mike can’t even remember Wolf hates parmesan cheese. Or that Alex gets rashy from strawberries. Who’s bought them 100’s of pairs of socks? Who knows when their underpants are too small? Who knows what size shoe they wear? Who knows what their teachers’ names are and what days the kid needs to wear sneakers for PE? Who researches karate dojos to find the one with the best type of philosophy and discipline methods? Whose hands are a greasy smelly mess during the warm months from constantly applying sunblock and bug repellant? For Christ’s sake I had to teach my boys how to shake off! Daddy the Never Seen/Can’t Be Bothered wasn’t around to give lessons on how to urinate with a penis. And my thanks for all of this, the tangible evidence of his gratitude over the fantastic mothering his children receive is a radio for a piece of shit $400 car that HE decided I should drive because a junker with 200K on the clock is all I‘m worth. A radio which I will have to pick out and then amid the Saturday craziness spend 5-6 hours at Best Buy waiting for it to be installed. No card. No flowers. No candy. No helping the kid made me breakfast in bed. No dinner out. No sincere thank you. Nada. A radio for a car which should have had one in the first place. A radio I have to go buy and get installed myself, in a worthless crap car. The vehicle which also reflects just how loved and appreciated I am. Happy goddamn Mother’s Day. ~LA
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