Life Among the Savages

My single immediate objective was a cup of coffee, and I decided to heat up the coffee left from the night before, rather than taking the time to make fresh; it seemed brilliantly logical to heat it in the frying pan because anyone knows that a broad shallow container will heat liquid faster than a tall narrow one like the coffeepot. I will not try to deny, however, that it looked funny.

I looked at the clock with the faint unconsious hope common to all mothers that time will somehow have passed magically away and the next time you look it will be bedtime.

Sentimental people keep insisting that women go on to have a third baby because they love babies, and cynical people seem to maintain that a woman with two healthy, active children around the house will do anything for ten quiet days in the hospital; my own position is somewhere between the two, but I acknowledge that it lean toward the latter.

I found that, where in the city I had always been too busy to do anything at all, I was now making odd things like gingerbread and cabbage salad.