K. is taking O. and F. ice skating. I could barely handle them in the house, in O.’s room, door closed. My god. How do any of us have siblings. The door closed and locked and I put in some ramen and everything was quiet.
May 29, 2015
I ate a bowl of ramen nervously in my apartment, waiting for it to be time for my webinar. I had been perched at the ready over my computer for like an hour and then when the time came I couldn’t get into the webinar room. Totally bizarre. It looked like I was late. I was super not late.
May 11, 2015
R. came to Brooklyn so we could hang out and chat away from Twitter and could try to reel her into doing some kind of feminist project with me. So many choices in the world, we went to the ramen place. I tried the vegetarian ramen since all the meat ramens are so gnarly and it was nice to just fearlessly slurp the whole bowl. Also it’s great to talk to somebody with kids now that I also have a kid. Feels good to be seen.
May 9, 2015
I ate a bowl of ramen in a blissfully empty house, in between reading my book.
May 2, 2015
Edit edit edit. I worked in 25 minute units, then I’d take a break and walk around, get back to it, delete everything I’d just produced. Is that normal? It took forever. But on my way, on my way. Stopped for ramen, the best I could do.
April 25, 2015
Frankly, I thought I’d earned it, this vast expanse of a Saturday afternoon, no kid in sight, just me and my books and maybe some laundry if I felt like it, naps, the whole shebang. It’s a good life, especially with a walk to the park for little league when I was ready.
April 24, 2015
I ate ramen while K. learned her dandelion greens lesson. Yuck, she said. Ramen is not enough when you’ve run twelve miles, but I’d pretty much been eating bagels all day. Time again to dial in my nutrition. Not there yet.