Another Blog about The Mommy Gene

Dear God, what have I done?

As a 31 year old married woman with no real job I’m often asked where my baby is.

They glance around me wondering if a shy child is hiding behind my legs. They assume my child is at school. Perhaps I simply forgot I had one and this gentle reminder will cause me to exclaim: “By golly! I knew I left something at home! I bet the oven is on too! Brb!”

Sometimes when I tell them I don’t have a child they back away a bit because obviously I’m a witch. I’m just biding my time until a village elder comes to throw me in Lake Erie.

Get This Fete Started

Russian literature is not my favorite genre.

I don't like patronymics or the seemingly never ending diminutives that can make it difficult to remember characters.  If you are not an attentive reader (and I am not always an attentive reader) a Russian novel can quickly become frustrating or boring.

Though it has been challenging,  I have almost finished reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Demons.

At this time I would like to thank my high school English teachers. They taught me how to read attentively by keeping a reading journal. I have pushed through the novel at a pace of 25 pages a day with my own notations.

Taking notes is not the only way I remember plot and details. Sometimes I find comparisons in other forms of media like songs. A parody popped into my head concerning a set of chapters that describe an ambitious party thrown by one of the characters.

Now I would like to thank the singer P!nk because without her song Get the Party Started the following would not have been written.