Note from @juliejulie: I’m going to fold my Posterous Blog, where I started writing little snippets of my daily conversations, back into this blog. I wrote this post back in February, when I was trying to figure out how to balance home and work and what I really want to do when I grow up.
“What time is it?” he mumbled in the dark.
“4:45,” I said as I climbed into bed.
“What were you doing?” He rolled over and hugged a pillow.
“Reading ‘The Feminine Mystique,’ trying to find out what’s wrong with me.”
“Oh,” he started drifting off.
“The good news is, I’m not alone.” I wrapped myself around him to get warm.
“In fact, a whole movement started because of women like me,” I adjusted a pillow so my head could rest on his shoulder. I listened to him fall asleep.
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