Archive for August, 2014

Weekend Plans

August 29, 2014

With the weekend coming into sight, one thought in particular keeps coming back to me:

What do you do when you know your friend most akin to Bruce Banner keeps making quiet inquires expressing concern about your stress level?

If you’re me, you make a “Get SMASHED!” joke you don’t really mean, then admit to yourself it’s time to relearn yet again how to be relaxed.

Even Moonlight Is Pushing It

August 28, 2014

Speaking of home movies though, seeing some of them again has brought home to me once more how certain light just does not favor me.

Unfortunately, that light is sunlight . . .

Worryingly Enough, Others Around Here DO Though . . .

August 27, 2014

You know that biological imperative triggered by old home movies and photographs that makes you start thinking that it’s time to have another child while simultaneously making you forget how not twenty-four hours earlier your three-year-old walked into the room just to cough in your face before turning around and leaving without saying a word?

Turns out I don’t have it.

And It Almost Was

August 26, 2014

So how sick am I today?

Sick enough that I’m making this entry from bed after announcing, “If trying to eat sensibly today is going to hurt this much, I’m having a cookie now before its too late!”

I Thought It Was Funny. She Didn’t, But I Didn’t Say It For Her Anyway

August 25, 2014

I’m going to level with you, son.  Over time it has become more annoying than adorable when you insist that you’re “not L., just <Insert the name of your current favorite Thomas and Friends character here>!”, primarily because you do it most often when I call you by name to reprimand you, which is really not the best time to play that game.

It also doesn’t help how often you insist you’re “not L.” when nobody has actually called you that, and has, for instance, only asked you to walk somewhere.  Over the weekend I finally figured out that at least in that particular example, it’s because train engines don’t “walk,” they “chuff,” and that’s why you were objecting, a less than obvious fact that your mother quickly confirmed.

Right before she objected to my retort that I didn’t care if you called it walking or chuffing, so long as you got the “chuff” out of my way when I needed to get by you in the hallway.

At Least I’m Sure Now

August 22, 2014

I’ve made no secret of the fact that this week hasn’t been easy on me.  Truth be told, I’d be hard pressed to tell you off-hand the last time I even had an easy week, and when I sat down to write this, I was honestly not sure why.

Then in the course of trying to clear my head and find a topic to write about, I heard L. having no fewer than three emotional meltdowns, all of which culminated in Lala sending him to his room for a time out (which doesn’t exactly make the household any quieter, you understand), and the answer just sort of came to me.

We’ll get passed this stage, son, we really will.  To hear Mom tell it, I wasn’t a complete joy to be around at three either, so there’s a certain justice in all this . . . but I’m starting to realize just how much I’m in need of a little mercy here.

I Appreciate The Thought, But . . .

August 21, 2014

There are times when I want people to stop being encouraging and just be quiet so that I can actually do what they are trying to encourage me to do.

I doubt I’m alone in this.

And Today Is . . .

August 20, 2014

Better than yesterday.

No, it doesn’t always work out that way.

But it works out that way often enough that I’ve learned to wait and see.

Some Days Are Just Like That

August 19, 2014

Some days you wake up, and your enthusiasm just isn’t there.  This is one of those days for me. 

Now my usual response to a day like this is to blow it off with some kind of joke and move on, but in light of the recent attention on how being funny doesn’t always mean someone is happy, I thought this time I’d just say simply that so far this day isn’t shaping up to be a very good one for me.  Perhaps this will change before the day is done, and perhaps it won’t.

I’ll tell you tomorrow.

Past Present Tense

August 18, 2014

“That ‘past me,'” L’s mother sighed last night.  “Every problem I’m facing right now is because of her!”