Good Times.

My little Mr. Magoo.
My little Mr. Magoo.

Emma commented below something to the effect that she doesn’t know how I do it all.  And my reply is, I don’t.  The lion’s share of my time right now is spent taking care of Aidan and Vincent.  I’ve taken notes for poems, actually read some books of poems, but I haven’t even picked up the novel I began reading while I was in the hospital.  I try to keep the apartment neat, for my own sanity, but actual cleaning, well, housekeeping was never my strong suit.  I don’t answer the phone — that’s what voicemail is for.  It’s frigidly cold, so we hardly go out but for necessities.  Simply put, if there’s something you tend to do on a daily basis, I probably don’t.

And all that is just fine, exactly as it should be, because these early baby days are fleeting, and Vincent is growing by leaps and bounds, and all too soon these boys who give me barely a second’s rest won’t want me around, will roll their eyes at me and mutter, “Whatever.”  I may be bleary-eyed and irritable, but that doesn’t keep me from smothering those little heads with kisses while I can.

In preparation for the poetry-writing-drought that was inevitable after Aidan’s birth, I sent out many submissions, or what I consider many, a few months ago.  If I’m not writing, I at least want a bunch of my poems out there!  Last week was particularly trying on the home front, but I’m happy to say that  poetry-wise I’ve had a string of good luck.  So I’m not complaining.  But more on that later.

6 responses to “Good Times.”

  1. I have to say that I STILL don’t know how you do it, my dearest Marie. I’d be in a corner with a bottle of butterscotch schnapps.

  2. You — editor / writer / professor — are too kind by half, Emma. 🙂

  3. Well, I do have to admit that I have added a new title to the list: human snow plow. I don’t have a shovel, so I had to don my snow boots and kick the snow and ice away from my car!

  4. omg, I can’t decide if that’s hilarious or sad sad sad.

  5. Hello dear Marie, I have been tending to those who mutter “whatever” and have not had time to see how you are. I’m so happy to hear there is good writing news — and that you are keeping well. xoxox

  6. Oh Lily, I fear the “whatever”‘s begin all too early these days! Thanks so much for checking in — whenever I remember that you were taking care of twins as well as an older child, I shudder. 🙂

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