Good On You!

Today a good friend of mine once again made me a touch concerned about his blood pressure by his reaction to yet another one of life’s little injustices.  He has this reaction quite frequently, not only to injustices, big or small, but to discourtesy and ignorances of all shapes and sizes.

It’s one of the reasons I consider him such a good friend.

It also got  me thinking that, blood pressure issues aside, its people like him that making living in this world bearable for me sometimes.  Earthly perfection may well be elusive to the point of impossible, and it is entirely possible that injustice and ignorance shall never be fully eradicated, but as long as there are people who will not just say, “That’s not right,” but “That’s not ******* right, and it ****** me off that anybody would ever even ******* think about ******* doing it!” well . . .

I, for one, will still have hope for a better future.

This candle’s for you, mate.

Just Ask A Salmon

“Going with the flow,” whenever possible, is a good idea, but sometimes where you need to go is up river, not down.

Dead On My Feet

For the record, the other night I was not “up all night with a sick child.”  Between the hours of midnight and six, I’m fairly sure I managed to sleep for up to forty-five whole minutes at a time between being woken up!

On a related note, having spent the next day as one of the walking dead, I can put to rest the whole “slow zombies or fast zombies” debate.  Zombies are not technically incapable of rapid movement, they are merely extremely disinclined to do so.

Into The Mouth Of A Babe

The other day L. was happily munching down on a few “healthy-ish” cookies with letters on them (making them “educational-ish” as well), when his mother pointed to one with the letter “P” on it and said, “‘P’ is for P_______, and that’s my name, so this must be my cookie, right?”  She then opened her mouth while making an “Ahhhhhh” sound.

In response, L. picked up the cookie, grinned, and quite firmly corrected her that “‘P’ is for pig!”  Having established that, he then pushed the cookie into her mouth.

Status For 2/22/13

A quick bout of illness put the household generally behind schedule this week, but nothing too dire.  L. is adapting to life in a toddler bed faster than the rest of us are adapting to his life in a toddler bed, but this too hasn’t been too dire, but it has been cutting into evening and morning R&R time in particular, so . . .

In other words, excuse me while I wrap this up and see if I can get some writing done before the need for sleep overcomes me.

Again.

I’m Still Working On This Myself

I think we all have ways we think things “ought” to be or not be done.  Some times these things are sensible, like never hugging a tall tree in the middle of a thunderstorm, but frequently these things are really nothing more than preference and/or habit, like the “proper” way to fold a towel or to hang a roll of toilet paper.

Either way though, one of the secrets to domestic tranquility is not only to be able to recognize the difference between those two categories, but to remember to come to mutual agreement with the other people in the house on these matters, and not automatically assume they are just going to do it your way because that’s the way it “ought” to be done.

This can be trickier than it might sound.

That Would Explain It

What is it about being irrational that inclines someone to accuse everyone else of being the irrational ones?  I mean that makes no sense, it’s just completely irration–

Oh . . . riiiight!

One Minute To Post

Today’s Household Inventory:

One fussy toddler.

One draggy and delayed Mother.

One sick Lala.

One sneaking suspicion an illness is trying to get its claws into all of us, myself included.

 

You Might Say I’ve Been “Dragon” Around A Lot Today

A long time ago I read a story about a little dragon who was told he could do anything he wanted if he just believed he could, so, believing with all his heart that he could, he tried to walk through a tree.

Judging by the bruise the dragon got in his failed attempt, however, it seemed the tree believed the dragon couldn’t more than the dragon believed he could.

Today in particular, I really know how that dragon felt.

No Matter What

Son, I know I say no to you a lot right now, and I’ll spare you any lines about that being my “job,” because my job is to do my best for you and by you, and while sometimes that does involve me telling you no, my job is a lot more involved than any one word.  For what it’s worth, I also do my best to say yes to you as often as I can, and while striking the proper balance of that is often challenging for me, that particular challenge doesn’t get to me.

What gets to me is when I have to be somewhere else when you want me to stay with you.

Since you and I spend a lot of time together, we have it better in that regard than many, perhaps even most fathers and sons, but no matter the necessity at times of me leaving when you want me to stay, that doesn’t make my leaving, however temporary, any more fun for you or me.

I just wanted to say I’m sorry for that, and that I will always be sorry for that.