Well, damn. I thought this was going to turn into a thread about that, so I was getting all ready to spill my guts about the terrible falling-out I just had with one of my very best friends. Oh well.
I’m also a stay-at-home mom, and both of my kids have been in school full-time for two years now. It’s nothing but bon-bons and soaps all day long, baby!*
*This is an example of Non-Employed Mom sarcasm
And I also forget my manners sitting at home, apparently! Tater, I hope you’re feeling better soon. Maybe TinyTot can be trained to bring you juice? Wait, scratch that…one glass of juice usually means a half-hour cleanup. The 50’s mom thing is a little scary, I know, but as long as you’re not vacuuming in high heels and pearls (WITH the shirtwaist dress on, for all you pervs who are lurking), you should recover from it in time.
I also hope the Feynn family is doing well. It’s nice to know there are dads like you out there!
Tater, you poor, sweet, baby. Lie right down with a damp compress and that 50’s housewife thing will pass.
Feel a little better?
Now explain to me…
PIZZA HUT DELIVERS BEN & JERRYS?!?!?!
I can’t get anyone to deliver anything here and you can get BEN & JERRYS?
I’m leaving now, to start a thread about how awful MY morning is now…
damn
I was making a grossly distorted sexist comment. When my hubby gets sick, he refuses to slow down and allow his body to heal, but if I have the slightest sniffle, he wraps me in afghans (the blankets, not the dogs) and offers to fetch me all the chocolate within a 20 mile radius… Dang, if I can’t toss about flagrantly biased generalities in here, where can I???
Oh yeah, and in answer to the original question, I wake at 5, I’m at my desk by 6:30, and I’m assuming my kid got herself up and to school because guidance hasn’t called me. Now where is my “Mom of the Year” plaque?!?!?
Just think, you’re teaching your kid self-reliance! While I’m teaching mine how to deal with a boss that looks over their shoulders and tells them how to do tasks (“How long do you think it should take to tie a shoe? Perhaps you shouldn’t try to read at the same time?”).
I’m all for ending whatever rifts there are between stay-at-home and working mothers. 
(Dang, I’m chatty today. Why does posting here have to be so much more appealing than all the stuff I have to get done before the kids get out of school?)
I hope I didn’t contribute to any rift because I certainly didn’t intend to - it’s that tone-of-voice thing, ya know… Had circumstances allowed, I’d have stayed at home with my daughter, but life isn’t always the way we wish it to be, eh? She has become quite self-reliant, but I get plenty of nag time after work… 
btw - when I get a day home alone, I spend entirely too much time online… guess that’s why the house looks the way it does. I shoulda married for money instead of love - then I’d have a housekeeper! <tone of voice thing here…>
tatertot, I’m totally hijacking your thread to tell you how addicted I am to your friend’s web site, http://www.terriblyhappy.com, and to flash my new sig.
Also (in a continuted hijack) - Fairy Chat Mom, are you any relation to Fairy Princess Kitty? This has been bugging me for months. I picture you as the mommy and her as the daughter, flitting around the house on sparkly wings.
Very well. Carry on, then.
No, my daughter has not yet decided to post here, and if she did, I expect she’d use one of her “squid” names. And tho I don’t want to burst your imaginary bubble, I don’t flit… I kinda shuffle listlessly…
For reasons I won’t go into, I really want to know what Stroop’s are. And if they are something I would want how do I get some?
You stupid MORON! Don’t you know that apostrophe doesn’t belong there?! Please, feel free to rejoin the boards when you leave the third grade!
(am a allowed to spell flame myself?)
Holy crap! I’ve been outed!
Thanks, magdalene. You just made my evening…
She’s referring to stroopwafels. They’re Dutch cookies. Sort of like two thin wafers with caramel filling. Delicious stuff!
I don’t think they’re easily available outside of the Netherlands (and perhaps Belgium). I brought everyone a pack at the DubDope Fest.
Does stroop mean anything in particular in Dutch?
And now I will embark on a quest to get some. With my luck they will be in a cave protected by a killer bunny.
::squealing like a schoolgirl::
Whoa, he like noticed me and stuff.
Omar, you and tatertot have both made my laughter echo across cubicle walls more times than I can count. Keep up the good work.
Ah, well, my hubby does all that, too, the first day. If I’m still sick after that it’s “So are you gonna cook dinner tonight?” He’s very sweet, but kinda dense about that. If I have a cold, I ain’t gonna be over it tomorrow. Of course, when he’s sick, like now, heaven help us!
Sorry you’re sick, Tatertot. 
Hope your condition and the weather both improve soon.
What’s Omar doing here?!?!?! I don’t know if this is my worst nightmare or a dream come true. He knew me back when I was a geeky awkward teenage girl with braces! Despite that, he totally wanted me.
Magdalene, I’m glad that you pointed out that Terribly Happy is one of the finest on-line journals on the web. Omar is a great writer, a wonderful human being and one of my oldest and dearest friends. And I’m not just saying this so that he will pimp my new site (coming soon!) as heavily as I have pimped his.
Obby, Stroopwafels are delicious Dutch cookies. The link tells you about them & you can order them online.
FCM and InternetLegend, I’m disappointed in you two! Where’s the catfight? Although, I can totally blow you both out of the water, what with me being a mom who works at home with her kid there! My life is harder than your life, nanny nanny boo boo. 
Today, I am still sick, but not as sick as before. We went to the store yesterday so that TT could buy a new game for his Nintendo. He woke up this morning & started whining that the Nintendo wasn’t plugged in, so I kicked his father and told him to do it. A few minutes went by, and he starts whining again that “Daddy went to sleep on the couch”. I roll over, look at the clock and it’s 3.30 in the freaking morning!!
So, from 3.30 am to now, I’ve been awakened every 15 minutes by a small voice whining “Am I allowed to wake up yet?”.
And his father is still asleep on the couch.
And dragonlady, I also have a BeerMan, he brings me beer and soda! But I can’t get anyone to deliver my groceries, %^$&# commisary. So, we ate at Taco Bell last night, as we have no food.
Obfu: “stroop” means syrup.
I got my Secret Santa gift this morning! It’s a glass mug with “tatertot” etched on it. I am tickled pink about it, and am drinking tea from it right now.
Thank you so much Sue!
In other news, I am supposed to be cleaning, since my house is a disaster area, but I felt the urge to drink tea and answer my e-mail instead.
Catfight??? Indeed… Now looky here, you uppity young 'un, haven’t you figgered out by now that I’m a fully grown-up mature responsible adult who doesn’t stoop to catfighting or other such unseemly behavior?? I got class, ya know?? I got style!! I got a reputation as… well, let’s not get into that…
sheesh, who tinkled in MY cornflakes??
btw, tater, the tale of your son’s early rising reminded me of an early morning many years ago when hubby and I were enjoying some “quality time”… when what should we hear from the floor beside the bed but a plaintive: “I want cereal!!” Ain’t kids great??
Tater, are you using warm milk that was left out all night?
mmm… I’m thirsty now…