Motherhood is not always as romantic as I dreamed it would be.
There are good things: wonderful books to read, of course. I've been doing ongoing Christmas baking. I'm knitting Harriet a Christmas stocking. I finally completed a short story for the first time since Harriet's birth. My short story contest win. Friends to spend afternoons with. Yesterday's visit to the Osborne Collection of Early Children's Books. That Harriet's intensive lessons in waving hello and goodbye are starting to pay off. Advent calendar fun at every turn.
Speaking of, I'm loving The Advent Books Blog. I love reading the recommendations for books I have no intention of reading even, I love that different kinds of books that readers are so passionate about, and I like the linky places the recommenders' biographies are taking me.
I love this post about Christmas shopping at the library. DoveGreyReader on readers vs. critics. Maureen Corrigan on passionate books for the holidays. Rebecca (delightfully) on names and naming. And I found this old interview with Allan Ahlberg, which was interesting. (Peepo is a favourite around our house.)
Now must go eat... something. And begin reading An Education by Lynn Barber.
UPDATE: For those who care, the second tooth is finally in, and we've got a bit of peace around here. Hurrah! I've also found a cheap second-hand jogging stroller online that will make my pedestrian life a little less pathetic this winter.