I’ve been doing interviews for my new book: television, radio and print. And almost inevitably I am asked in one form or another about my insistence that Seamus is indeed as beloved as the rest of my children?
Aren’t I afraid of backlash from “real” Mothers?
If after four kids, I don’t qualify, then I give up. I refuse to get those Mom jeans and own any type of sweater which has a cottage scene on it.
Do my children resent Seamus and that fact that I seemingly pay more attention to him than them?
Hello, two of my kids are teenagers. They are desperate for me not to be looking their way. And as long as I’m not on my BlackBerry in front of the Wii, the other kids are mostly fine with it too.
Am I addicted?
If addiction is described as having found a marvelous piece of technology that can keep me connected and sane in a world of hockey games, karate lessons, school meetings, interminable line-ups, late doctors and sitting through episodes of Zach & Cody, then yes, I am totally addicted.
Now if you want to talk about my recent born-again attitude towards Twitter, that’s another post, for another day.
