Like Athena.

Today is the last day of secret blogging, as we leave tomorrow morning on the drive back to our cats, my own laptop, and our shamefully filthy apartment. The strangest thing that has happened this trip is that I have realized, quite by accident, that I have some very firm ideas about how I want to raise my future children. If you had asked me outright about my parenting philosophy or somesuch I would have scoffed and said something about waiting until I had live children to think about that. But I seem to have very clear reactions when certain things are mentioned by others (to discuss this more specifically I will probably resort to a password-protected post at some point, but you can draw your own conclusions) and it turns out that I feel strongly about what my children will eat and play with and watch—and those feelings are decidedly…crunchier than I was expecting. I have to say it has been somewhat surreal to hear these apparently fully-formed opinions come tumbling out of my mouth from god-knows where.
Ack…being called away for dinner…