"goin' fishin'

ok, so i may not get out of the house much what with four kids and all, but i'll tell ya, i got to go fishin' today. no, it was not on the breezy beautiful banks of the little tennesse river, but close. i actually went fishing down in the great depths of my baby's lap and highchair. i acutally caught about a dozen gold fish, believe it or not. my fingers plunged into the mushy breaded and pretzel crumbed bottomless chair and lap of my almost one year old, braden, i was caught in a moment of thought, as the bread went srtaight up into my fingernails, why this way? i asked. i laughed the rueful ironic laugh of a mother nearly senile. yes, i was fishing, but i was doing it so when i picked up braden all the crumbes would not fall on the floor. why i thought, again. the broom is better suited for this dirty work, save my poor nails. i laughed again...what nails, i said. i'm a working mother, i have no nails. this has been an "oddball moment."