I was walking to the library this morning with Ben in the stroller and the two corgis trotting alongside when this man walked by us and said "You are a walking poem of motherhood". I am not making this up. Such a Berkeley moment. If he only knew.Yesterday when I was driving back from dropping Ben at daycare I wanted to take the car and drive to some anonymous shopping mall and just numbly walk the aisles. It was one of those days where all you want is to be is really rich so that you can spend the day at a spa or buying nice clothes at Banana Republic. Needless to say, this did not happen. Instead I dutifully headed back to my computer and worked like a good little puritan. And then I consoled myself with store bought apple pie.