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I just wrote such a good entry and, dammit, made a mistake and erased the whole fucking thing. And that is how today has been, primarily because JACK WON'T SLEEP! Not at night, not for a morning nap and not for an afternoon nap. And I am so goddam tired I can't see straight, so I do stupid things like erase postings.
Is There Life with an Only Child
One of the things that I wrote about a nanosecond ago is that the other women in our playgroup are all either pregnant or trying and so, in a year or so, Jack will be the only Only Child. And I will be ther only mom with one child. And I am not sure how the dynamics will play out. I mean, will the women (who I really like and am really enjoying getting to know) want to do play groups with their little ones or with other moms who have more than one? Will I be inadvertantly banished? Will I, as Maureen (of Maureen and George) predicts, become insanely popular because I will have only one and I can be a better help and resource? What happens? These are strange dynamics and I am as scared and confused as I was the first day of High School. Will they still like me? Will they still like Jack? I guess that we will see.
Alpha This
In yesterday's posting, I included a link to an article about a woman who has taken the blatant consumerism of the $700-stroller-set to a new level. These parents in general and this woman in particular seem to think of parenting as a post-graduate project for an MBA: bring in the subject matter experts; outsource to consultants; delegate to colleagues and farm out the stuff that you don't want to do to subordinates and keep just close enough to the project so that you can take credit for it. The AlphaMom in question, Isabel Kallman, plans to establish a new media channel with on-demand programming for moms (maybe the ones who can't afford to hire their own consultants) through cable televison. Gack. The idea that the honor and responsibility of nurturing a human can be done with a marketing plan repulses me. And the concept of a woman with one kid who thinks that she is expert in the parenting arena makes me want to throw up on her Manolos. Anita thinks that she may be fake; Martha thinks that an AlphaMom is a sci-fi B movie. I agree with both of them.
Since I erased my first posting, I don't have the heart (or the stamina) to get into the thimersol/mercury/autism thing now. I will, though. And I'll also tell you more about the new job.
8:42:59 PM 
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