Private participation
I was surfing along the Interwebs this afternoon when I suddenly noticed how the silent the apartment had become. Adults at the Laid-Off Lair greet daytime silence with trepidation, because it usually means the boys are Up To Something. Like that one time my wife found Robert filling a cushioned mailing envelope with water and dumping it on TwoBert's head.
When we are confronted with daytime silence, the best-case scenario is that Robert is sitting on the toilet. So I wandered past the bathroom and there he was, his nose buried in Curious George Takes a Job. He looked up and asked me to close the door, because "I need my privacy, is the thing."
As a blogger who doesn't splash his real name around, I take privacy very seriously. Which is why I wouldn't ask you to take this BlogAds survey unless it was 1) short and 2) completely anonymous. It's also supposed to be about momblogs, but they e-mailed me so I guess we fathers have been sucked into the matriarchical rubric. Too bad. I was feeling so masculine today.
Ahh...the silence. The silence is a bad thing, especially when you're sitting at your computer, and the children are awake in another room. Especially because the moment I sit down at my computer during the day, children who had zero interest in involving me in their play just moments ago now Must. Play. With. Mommy.
Posted by:Jessica | March 19, 2006 at 00:13
you probably got tagged from some of the other mom blogs. I filled out Finslippy's and it asked for 10 blogs that I read everyday and I included you. I'm sure I'm not the only one.
Congrats, Mom.
Posted by:LizRM | March 19, 2006 at 00:33
I did the same thing as LizRM, so there's two at least.
The thing about daytime silence is you want it so badly you almost, ALMOST give in to it, pull out the Jane Austen or try to make a phone call or finish those socks you've been knitting and then Uh Oh, Sucka! Guess what dumbass has just racked up another three hours of cleaning as a result of the Silence of the Lambs?
Posted by:Polli | March 19, 2006 at 09:16
Because it isn't the full Curious George experience without the opportunity to defecate.
Posted by:Joog Eye | March 19, 2006 at 17:09
I also filled out the survey at finslippy and then named your blog. I'm the third.
Posted by:Cherie | March 19, 2006 at 19:44
i filled it out and was amazed that a survey ostensibly aimed at finding out about mothers had no 'job' or 'industry' except 'homemaker' which EVERYONE KNOWS WE HATE THE SOUND OF! cakemaker? yup. booboo go away maker? yup. funniest face maker? yup. homemaker? don't have the right tools...
Posted by:nita | March 20, 2006 at 06:17
What's really a bitch is when they are quiet, you get alarmed and rush to check on them and...they are lecturing their plastic animals, or reading a story to their bear or something similarly innocuous and ideal. Until they see you checking on them...then it's all over.
Posted by:Flydaddy | March 20, 2006 at 09:59
I'll bite. And yeah what were they thinking w/the jobs/industry?!
Posted by:Mama C-ta | March 20, 2006 at 22:00
privacy is one thing for your oldest, but when the 2 1/2 year old shouts "I NEED MY PRIVACY" when you walk NEAR the bathroom, you have to wonder what sort of precedent got set and when it happened....
Posted by:adam gerstein | March 21, 2006 at 21:00
I want to know where TwoBert was while his brother was havivng his personal reading time.
Posted by:OddMix | March 28, 2006 at 10:45