Let me tell you what I love:
What I love is that for the past 48 hours, I was a much-respected (and much catered to — what the fuck is up with THAT? Don’t all these eager-to-please people hovering about me realize that I am nothing but unadulterated Sicilan trash?) television writer and producer hobnobbing with celebrities whilst shooting on the Disney lot…
and that today I am wearing old, dirty sweats and listening to the satanic soundtrack from “The Omen” whilst picking up the assorted messes of three cute babies, doing mountains of laundry, and scrubbing out unclean crappers.
I cannot tell you how much this makes me smile.
I am joyous. I am amazed. I am resplendent with gratitude for my life and for my loves — my family, my friends, and my work.
But most of all, I am glad to be home.

About muffybolding
Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and hipmama.com. She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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