i’m the black sheep of the family!
my father commutes 90 minutes each way to work starting at 5:30 in the morning every day. his days off are for home improvement, balancing the bills and general manual labor.
my mother brings her work everywhere including to tropical islands. she gets a secret thrill from going to work on federal holidays. and snow days for that matter.
my sister just left today for a year of social work in india. all she took was a big backpack and a little backpack.
i wake up late every single day, look for jobs, write jokes, do the dishes, delete boys’ phone numbers, go for runs, occasionally drag myself to yoga and update my blog.
and they’re still proud of me. i help in little ways though. i do the dishes. i clean up spills (usually my fault). i bring the mail (sometimes). i tell them stories using rapidfire hand motions for maximal enjoyment. i come with them to parties so the other families can inspect me as a potential bride. i do not cook but i eat my share.
in fact, i just switched from formula to gerbers. high-five me.
eventually i’ll switch to pull-ups training pants. the straight-up diapers are starting to chafe. i can’t wait.