Parenting Magazines . . .

. . . are so dumb, they make my head explode.  They have even less-subtle consumerism than most of the v. un-subtle rags on the market.  Fear!  The world is out to GET YOUR BABY, and also, ALL THE OTHER BABIES ARE SMARTER/FASTER/WALKING EARLIER/TALKING SOONER THAN YOURS.  So here, buy this!

 

I think I’ll stick with National Geographic.

 

I go back to work in 4 days.  waaaaaaahhhh.

 

(Shhhh, don’t tell anybody that part of me is excited to have something to get up for in the morning.  But most of me wishes it was a job I liked a little better.  And also, only about 4 hours a day.  And also, that it paid more.  And while we’re wishing?  I wish I had a personal valet who followed me around all day handing me drinks to sip and rubbing my shoulders, while I made my high-powered decisions.  Even in staff meetings.  ESPECIALLY in staff meetings.)

 

(PPS, I’m going to miss Jack a lot.)

 

(PPPS, Patrick will bring him up to see me at lunch some days of the week, so that makes it easier.)