Monthly Archives: February 2007

Genie, is that you?

Loyal Kitty-Time readers will recall my rantings from the other day about lazy husbands who sleep through nuclear explosions and screaming babies.

Well, this morning, KT woke up for the SECOND morning in a row, blissfully unaware of the sounds of her darling daughter, only to find her darling husband half-way to the baby’s room to retrieve her from the crib.

And yours truly didn’t hear a peep!!

Could it be, KT is left wondering?

Is this blog like my magic lamp? I’ve rubbed the lamp and my first wish has come true? My husband is hearing the baby and handling the situation, while I sleep blissfully away?

Is it opposite day?

Should I be posting about my other two wishes?

Is this a magical Internet genie that hears our cries and responds?

Seriously, who the hell knows, but I’m loving it!

Week’s Round-up

Well, dear readers, it’s Friday again, thankfully….and I have another Baby Happy Hour on the horizon…thankfully. Unfortunately, it’s still a bit too early for a hot tottie, even for moi, so I will instead provide you with a quick round-up of the week’s bizarre, disappointing, and just plain juicy, news.

First, from our nation’s capitol.

Kitty-Time attended last night’s Press Foundation Awards, courtesy of a dear reader. She and the dear reader attempted to do the job of www.projectbeltway.com, while we attempted to find Project Beltway in the hopes of being oh-so-surprised when we logged on this morning to find our pictures on her site.

Sadly, we never located her and regretted not inviting her to our table.  In the meantime, we had high hopes that the members of the fourth estate would set the trend of the spring awards season in Washington with fabulous gowns. Mais non! Black is still the new black in DC. Most gowns were dowdy and uninteresting and well, a grave disappointment. We did see a few that pushed the envelope but not really in the black tie appropriate yet cutting edge and hip kind of way. More in the “not sure what you were thinking way” – which, we know, is not Project Beltway’s style, to mock. So – my conclusion: we still have some work to do with black tie gowns in DC, both for the over 45 and under 45 crowd.

Now onto the other news of the week:

Brangelina looking to adopt another baby, this time from Vietnam? Really? Already?

Trump tried to force Nancy O’Dell out of hosting the Miss USA pageant because she’s pregnant and well, he doesn’t like how pregnant women look. Apparently he doesn’t mind knocking them up and staring at their big boobies but god forbid they have a belly. It’s good he thinks that, you know, because he is so hot.

Brit has achieved the unimaginable. She’s made KFed look like he might be on track for fatherhood of the year. I really don’t know what else to say about her. She’s a mess. The situation is really out of control. Dear Kitty-Time fans have informed me that they’ve concluded her problems stem from a combo of alcohol, meth or coke, and postpartum. Any other ideas?

And finally, the circus that has become the Anna Nicole hearing, reached an anti-climatic conclusion when Howard K. Stern and that weird looking blond dude agreed to bury her in the Bahamas.

With that, I wish you Bonne Weekend! Enjoy the red carpet show on the Oscars on Sunday!

What’s Wrong with Moms Rising

Yesterday’s NYT ran a story about the newly formed and loosely organized women’s/mother’s group, Moms Rising (for some reason I can’t post the link to the story so just log onto nytimes.com, the story was in the fashion section, and is currently the third most popular story on the web site).

Moms Rising is a coalition of women’s groups online organized around fighting the inequities that working mothers face, fighting for universal health-care, and other important issues. I’ve blogged about this group before and if you haven’t signed up to receive their petitions, I urge you to do so: www.MomsRising.org

So what’s my beef with yesterday’s story, you might be wondering?

Two things.

First. Why the hell is it in the Fashion and Style section? There is nothing fashionable or stylish about workplace discrimination against working mothers. Or single mothers facing poverty and having no health-care for their children. So, my first question is to the NYT – a supposedly liberal and progressive news outlet. What, pray tell, motivated you to place a story along these lines in your Fashion and Style section? Why is this not legitimate news for the A section?

My second beef with the article is with Moms Rising. I realize this is a newly formed group and they are doing their best to get working mom’s organized and raise the attention of important issue amongst a new Congress and Presidential candidates.

But the group is making one fatal flaw from the onset and it’s right there in the Fashion section for you all to read with your pretty eyes.

They are not including men, for now.

Aren’t working fathers our best advocates? Surely you all have spoken with your husbands about the importance of supporting and advocating for the working mom’s in their respective offices? Surely you have berated them while relaying a story to you about their days and pointed out the flaws in which they handled that personnel issue regarding that working mom? Surely you have challenged them to become a voice for the need for flexibility and paid maternity and paternity leave, as your beloved husbands continue to climb the corporate ladder?

This, my pretties, is what I view as the great weakness of any women’s movement going forward. Unless we motivate the husbands and fathers and male managers to advocate our issues as well, we will not achieve as much as we’d like. We will not break new ground. Sadly, the marble ceiling is still pretty well in tact and women are not taking the most senior positions of the Fortune 500 and government offices, by storm.

That, of course, is another subject for another day, but we all know that much of the reason is because the most qualified women aren’t duking it out for those positions because they’ve made compromises for their families along the way.

So we can all get our claws out and fight the issues of workplace inequities, flex-time, federally mandated maternity leave and health-care, until our claws need sharpening. But until we include and motivate the men in our lives from the get-go, I just don’t think we’re going to be as effective.

And so, dear readers, I ask you to make sure that you keep your husband in check, you challenge him to be a progressive voice in the workplace, to watch for discrimination against working mothers, and do his best to chart a new path. Every little bit helps, and well, if you’re a Kitty Time reader, I’m quite sure your husband feels the same about these issues as you do. Sometimes, they just need a little reminder.

Blissful Sleep

Does anyone else out there have a husband who could sleep through World War III and if you woke him to alert him that the world was imploding, he would mumble something  useless and roll back to sleep?

Does anyone else out there deliberately wake their husband when the baby is crying because they are so pissed off that, once again, they are the only one that hears the crying and is fretting over whether to enter the nursery or hope it passes? Meanwhile their husband is sawing logs like the baby should be?

How can this be? How can the male species sleep through EVERYTHING? It’s like some sort of genetic mutation that happened for the sole purpose of enraging women everywhere. As if a screaming baby or a loud neighbor waking you up in the middle of the night isn’t enough to ruin the rest of the night’s sleep, but then your husband goes and makes it worse by SLEEPING THROUGH EVERYTHING.

If anyone has found a way to drag their husband down with them, please, enlighten moi. I just keep poking mine until he wakes up, even if he’s back to sleep in minutes, at least I get the satisfaction of knowing I disrupted his sleep briefly.

Is that wrong? Probably. But them’s the breaks when you marry Kitty-Time.

So share your secrets, beloved readers, or at least tell me that I am not alone at 2am when these things are happening Chez Moi.