Fussbucket

by Stacey

I spent today nursing a cold and taking care of kids at the same time. Ah yes, the beloved sucks-for-you sick day that’s just one of the many perks of being a stay-at-home parent.

In my misery, I allowed myself the pleasure of reading this Vanity Fair cover story about Madonna who is turning fifty this year. (Thanks to Elisa at MotherTalkers for the tip.) It was much to do about nothing really, but since I’m too foggy-headed to search for something else to write about, I thought I’d throw this out there for you to chew on.

madonna: Do you have a daughter?

me: No, three sons.

[Madonna looks at me accusingly.]

me: I didn’t choose it—it just happened.

madonna: Do you believe that? You think things just happen?

me: I think that just happened.

madonna: Mm-hmm.

me: So who’s making the decision?

madonna: You are, you and your missus.

me: About what kind of kids we want?

madonna: You chose it. Your soul chose it.

me: No. Do you believe that? That my insides wanted boys?

madonna: Unconsciously. Yes.

me: I kind of like the idea, three sons—it’s like having a little army out in the woods.

madonna: And all the work they can do, and you can teach them carpentry and then build houses for you in Old Greenwich, or wherever you live.

Okay, where do I begin? First, what’s with the accusing stare when she hears he has three boys? What’s wrong with that? Moving right along, the idea that our souls choose the gender of our kids is, umm, how should I put this? Dumb. And finally, am I the only one who thinks it’s weird that she would then envision putting the little guys to work building houses for her? Huh?

Well anyway, before I go to sleep I wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! to our regular and insightful commenter, DCSlugabed. I may be off by a day or two - I’m terrible at these things - but I know it’s right about now. Hope you’re getting a chance to celebrate!