Sublime

The impossible delight of having your seventeen-month-old

but I have to say that I am really, really tired of having to ask you to do things.”

output roughly equals that of my former job as a music writer at Rolling Stone magazine—I may have spent nine hours daily in the office, but a full third of it was dedicated to web-surfing, gossiping with coworkers, and debating what to have for lunch (if we weren’t on deadline, twenty minutes could be devoted to the topic of will Mexican food make

One of the staples of being the mom of a little kid has been that at least

Aging hipsters and corduroy-clad high school sophomores are both primarily concerned with dodging lameness.

I explain, as calmly as I can, that mothers have a particular pet peeve about feeling judged and inadequate, especially when the hundred things they do with smooth efficiency pass without comment.

I explain that Tom and I don’t want to waste our waning years together enmeshed in a petty war. “You get to be in midlife, and you realize your time is finite,” I say, dispensing my trademark oldest-sibling wisdom with a world-weary air. Patrick gawps

majordomo

“We’re all figuring it out as we go along, so I think this idea that women have this built-in superpower where they just know how to take care of children is a lie. We need to do away with it.”