This made me think more than it should have. I'm still sick, but this is a non-issue. The fact is, I'm not here. Reva has been boxed up and put into storage. She's coming out briefly in March, because there are St. Paddy's gigs booked for both Celtic bands in ATL (!!!) but then she's going right back in the box so The Mom can get back onto duty. Why pretend I do anything else? Embrace the anonymity! Embrace the lame!
I was pondering on that earlier and decided to take a snapshot of the essence of The Mom, while holding the baby so he wouldn't destroy the teepee I made for the kids. It did not go smoothly.
This post has been brought to you by a sick woman who has not done anything but eat, sleep, parent, and pop Sudafed while living in a frozen wasteland for over a week, so it might be a little maudlin. I'm not sure though, as my brain is currently packed up in a box in the basement.