I Am a Slacker

I know, I know. No pictures for days. Nothing funny or even remotely a little funny for weeks. I have really dropped the ball here, I know. BUT, the rest of my life is top notch. Yesterday, I plucked my eyebrows AND wore heels to class. All of my laundry is caught up. My floors are gleaming. I haven't fallen way behind in my class yet (mainly because there's been nothing to grade, so ask me how that's going next week-- or actually, don't). I even have time to wipe Harry's sticky nasty handprints off the sliding glass door everyday. And my dissertation? GREAT. In fact, my research assistant (aka my brother Jon) is on his way to Planned Parenthood's archives today, so I can say that while I perfect my pedicure, tons of research is happening, people. Ahh, multi-tasking rocks.

So, the only aspect of my life that is crumbling is this blog. I have a whole week's worth of adorable pictures on my camera, but the camera's battery is so dead that I cannot upload them. And I can't find the power cord. I remember trying to use it in the car (which doesn't work. We were so excited to have a plug in the car, but NOTHING fits in it-- a very weirdly angled socket,if that makes sense. So unless I want to drive with one hand and hold the cord in the hole with the other hand, no in-car charging. And anyone who has ridden with me knows that the more hands I use to drive, the better).

Luckily, Josephine's mom Allison is NOT a slacker, and she emailed me these cute pictures from Little Gym last week.

The world's strongest baby!

Yeah-- he was right on the edge, and I was worried.

Oh yeah! Another aspect of my life that's gone to crap? Cooking. I have not cooked in weeks. Ben's done all the cooking, and I have microwaved a lot of frozen stuff. Ahh, the sodium and preservatives. Today, though, I am about to make a meatloaf. Maybe in heels. How retro. I am, after all, writing about the baby boom these days-- which? After eugenics? A breath of fresh air. Things are definitely looking up.

[Edited to Add: Things were looking down, I must say, as recently as Saturday, when I spent the whole day watching America's Next Top Model reruns on MTV and crying because my dissertation was so overwhelming; my house was so dirty, and I was sooooo hungry for a fruit and cheese platter. Also because it was so unfair that summer was over and I had to work 6 whole hours a week. 6 hours, people. That's my staring-blankly-at-the-internet-and-eating-Hershey's-kisses time. What was I going to do? 6 HOURS. A WEEK.]