The sad truth is that the average American office worker works with far more chaos surrounding h/her than two children under 10 running around makes in a house. In fact, today, on my first official day back in my house, I barely saw my kids, but they were there, and we shared our energies and it was normal and it was balanced and it was good. Tonight I sent my boss an email saying thanks for going to bat. I recognize now, later, that I sent it, in part, to let him know that I really do work from home. I outlined my day... like I was trying to convince him. How silly. It is, however, the one reason that I'm so not good at this game anymore... instead of just saying what I worked on, I explained how my kids were happy, things felt like normal... in other words, I didn't leave out the part that is very much about lifestyle. It's just who I am.

I have had this wierd "cyst" thing on my head for the past like 10 years. I don't remember it as a child but definitely as long as I've known The Husband. It's never hurt and I went to the dermatologist years ago who just said, yep, happens, nope, it's just there. For the past few days, it's super sensitive to touch... like just to put your finger there with no pressure, it hurts. Of course, now I think about silver bullets... and karma.

Since I'm leaving on Sunday, Mother's Day, and in honor of the moon day, I got presents ;) The Daughter gave me a lovely painted pot... she said that I'm the best mommy because I let her take hot baths with me sometimes and I get her pizza and movies with her brother and daddy go to Indian Guides. A collective sigh is now heard in the blogosphere. The son made me a bracelet, a 3 day card and a letter that said, amongst other things, that I gave birth to him. I was very matter of fact "I love that you read me books... put me to bed... gave birth to me." It let me to thinking about birth and the experience. It's sometimes amazing to reflect on that experience. I know other women will understand what I mean and I also know that homebirthing moms will completely understand when I say the experience, while just as amazing, is somewhat different than a hospital birth. It's like sharing energies... it's just the energy (okay and lots of beeping, people, noises, rushing... is anyone else starting to wonder if I have a sensitivity to noise?). Birth is this amazing experience that is the only moment in my life I will ever experience the complete surrender to the divine. When there is nothing left of the ego, nothing left of the mind... when it's just what it is. So so excruciatingly painful and, yet, like a drug you'd do again if you could...