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What I've done today:

-slept until 10 a.m.

-read lots and lots of blogs.

-cranked up the Buck Ownes/Jeff Tweedy/Bobby Bare Jr./Radney Foster version of "Take This Job and Shove It" and sang it at the top of my lungs.

-took a shower where I washed my hair, lathered my body and shaved my legs - all during the same shower!!

-ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast and jalapeno and cheddar sausage for lunch, and granola bars. Lots and lots of granola bars.

-knit. The first sleeve of the hoodie is almost finished, which means the end of the project is in sight.

-saw some real nutso parents on Dr. Phil. Parents who raise their son to be the next Barry Manilow need to be imprisoned, because the world does not need one Barry Manilow, nevermind a second generation of Barry Manilow. Feeling vindicated for not being That Parent. You know the one. The one whose child shows interest in the family piano at 18 months and says, "She's gifted! She's a musician!" instead of, "Oh great. Another way for her to make noise."

-watched my stupid little dog Murphy stay in the same chair for over six hours. It's not healthy for dogs to stay in the same chair for six hours. It cuts off the circulation to their tiny, tiny brains, and Murphy just can't afford that.

-did a full routine of exercises to fix the sliced n' diced C-section muscles. During yesterday's doctor's visit I learned that I'm 28 pounds lighter than I was when I got pregnant (and 11 pounds lighter than I was six months ago), but I wear a size larger than I did two years ago. Because I have no muscles. Clara Jane ate them.

-realized that I sell myself short on everything I do on a day-to-day basis as a parent. I convince myself that I'm being lazy and not doing anything when I'm taking care of the kiddo. Now that I'm having a day where I really am being lazy and not doing anything, I realize that I'm so, so, so wrong in thinking that I'm phoning it in with Clara Jane. And that knowledge makes me feel much better about myself and what I'm doing.