I have to be honest: I had nothing to write about today. The idea of posting something bored me so much that I couldn't bear to do that to my loyal readership. It would be cruel, I figured, so I went about my day.

We went to speech therapy. We visited some friends. I drank three Tim Hortons coffees. Two that I bought myself and one that was bought for me. The one bought for me contained one milk and one sugar. I like one milk and one cream if we're going to be picky. That's what I asked for. I hate sugar in my coffee. Hate it very much, actually. I specifically said 'One milk and one cream. NO sugar, please' which was quickly followed by someone else asking for one milk and one sugar. Brain wires were crossed and my free coffee turned into one that I politely sipped on, trying not to wince at how sweet it was, then quietly threw out when no one was looking.

I'm a stealthy Maven. Sleek and stealthy like a cat. A fox, even.

Speaking of foxes, my neighbour saw one in his backyard yesterday. It's good to know who's partaking in our garbage when we take the cans out of the garage the night before pickup. So far we have seen:

- birds
- squirrels
- skunks
- rabbits
- raccoons (Spawnling calls them 'cocoons')
- ducks (Spawnling calls them 'wackwacks'. They were here for a few minutes until Gutsy went out to greet them. They quickly found a new ditch to make a home in. Something about a five-year-old running at them full tilt wasn't welcoming enough)
- deer

And apparently we also have foxes and, rarely, bears. I have seen neither. I would like to see foxes. I would not like to see bears.

I also looked at UFO sites on the internet today. Yes, I was that bored. Yes, I had a house to clean. No, I didn't feel like cleaning it. Yes, my children were being babysat by the television. Yes, I'm fine with that. I do need a break sometimes, you know. This stay-at-home-mom business isn't all fun and games. Sometimes we need to chill out and look at doctored photographs. One must keep one's mind sharp.

I tried to post here about four times and couldn't come up with a good theme. So I decided to find a "meme" site to give me incentive. I found this one and went to the "Question of the day". Want to know the question? You're going to love it as much as I do.

Are you paid what you are worth?


I spit my tea out, kittens. I did. I could not contain it. It rolled out of my nose and my eyes watered and I laughed so loud I thought I would wake Spawnling up (who went to bed at 10pm and has already woken up once since then).

Am I, a stay-at-home-mom, paid what I'm worth? Is that a trick question? Did the Powers that Be plan this out? I bet they got together and thought to themselves "Dudes! Dudes! LOLLLZZ! Wouldn't it be hilarious if we planted the idea in The Maven's head that she answer a question of the day, then make the answer incredibly obvious?"

Oh, Powers That Be, you are indeed very funny. You should have a comedy act. You could call it Guffawing Gods or something. I guess living in eternity would get boring if you didn't mix in some ironic twists, eh?

Here's my answer: When I am cleaning, cooking, running, helping, wiping, hugging, crying, refereeing, supporting, driving, reading, sorting and playing, I am not being paid what I'm worth. I don't think you can put a price tag on that kind of work. People try to when they open a daycare and charge whatever the market can bare to care for other people's children, but they're always underpaid. It's a volume business because it has to be. There's no way you could pay someone what they're worth.

However, when I'm looking at UFO sighting while my children watch Sponge-Bob and eat M&Ms, I should probably be paying someone else to pick up my slack.

It's not my fault. Someone ruined my coffee today, you know. How am I supposed to function?