Thursday, February 14, 2008


I have spent the last week in a gloomy funk, helplessly anticipating my imminent failure at motherhood. As if motherhood were chess and I could see that I was losing. Just waiting for checkmate. Don't ask me what brought this on. I suppose it could be PMS. Blame the hormones; that's always a winner.

Anyway, whatever caused my dolor, Cheerfulness arrived last night in the mailbox from Netflix. It was disguised as The Nanny Diaries. Sweet relief. I at least want my children. And maybe that single virtue can outweigh thousands of well-meaning mistakes. I am hopeful.

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