It is a beautiful Sunday morning and Ben and I are once again watching Sesame Street. I am drinking my morning coffee and Ben is admiring his picture on the mug.Ben's newest trick is grab the fat on my double chin and SQUEEZE. It's so fun! Not only does it hurt, but it also serves as a reminder of how fat I am. Isn't that sweet? It's bad enough that I can't go five minutes without a bra anymore. The dignity of motherhood is never ending isn't it? Josh was an angel and took Ben out yesterday afternoon so I got the house to myself AND a NAP. What a treat that was. Josh and I watched the Jim Jarmusch film Broken Flowers last night. We were supposed to go to a friend's birthday party, but Benny had a fever (which ALWAYS seems to happen on the rare times that we have plans that do not include him) so we stayed in and ordered Chinese food and watched the film. Now I used to have infinite patience for good movies. I liked the slow pace of art films that showed the angst of real life situations. But now I seem to have none. I was practically screaming for Jim to GET ON WITH IT. What have I become? If you say suburbanite, middle-aged mom I will KILL YOU even if it's true.