Posts Tagged ‘Family’

It’s Still A Win-Win

March 28, 2023

There are times that I become acutely aware that it’s been a while since I’ve done something spontaneously nice for L’s Mother, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go rectify that right now.

(Yes, it’s true that I don’t have a lot to write about today, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less sincere about this.)

And I Still Don’t Know

March 15, 2023

Yesterday Mom told me that she’d been instructed to not pick up anything over five pounds for a couple of weeks while she heals. “That’s like a cup of coffee,” she grumbled.

“What kind of coffee are you drinking, Mom?!” I just had to ask.

Safeties Are Now Engaged

February 14, 2023

I admit that yesterday I wasn’t entirely sure what kind of post I was going to write today given my somewhat . . . adversarial relationship with Valentine’s Day.

Then I found out about the MSU shooting.

Then I pieced together that I have family who has family at MSU.

Before my rage-safeties fully engage I can report that none of said family are numbered among the victims, but saying that has expended the limits of my capacity for rational discourse at this time.

My Mother Went Through Time And All She Got Me Was A Mug

January 9, 2023

How else am I supposed to explain how she got me a Funky Phantom mug?

Something I Overheard Today

January 4, 2023

“If there’s no family drama in your family, especially around the holidays, everyone else agrees that the problem is you and there’s no point even talking about it anymore.”

(I don’t necessarily agree with this, but much like, “There’s always one weirdo on the bus; if you don’t see them, it’s you!”, it’s something worth considering from time to time.)

Below That Age You MIGHT Have Some Difficulty Figuring It Out

October 26, 2022

“Did you mean to leave your coffee maker on?” I asked L’s Mother this morning because one time out of the hundred or so times I’ve asked her, the answer was yes.

“No,” came her expected answer, so I dutifully turned the machine off yet again.

Knowing full well the strain she keeps accidently putting the poor device under (the coffee machine, not me), she later facetiously wondered aloud why the coffee maker seemed to be burning out faster than normal.

“It’s a mystery for the ages,” I replied. “Ages six and up, that is.”

Make Your “Reality” Your Own

October 14, 2022

And to wrap this week up with thoughts inspired by this thought, here’s one more:

Just because it was the “reality” of your parent(s), or the reality of your sibling(s), or even your “reality” in the past, it doesn’t have to be your “reality” now or in the future.

I Just Want To Know How Does It KNOW?!

October 4, 2022

The “Do Not Disturb” sign on my office door is one of the most remarkable items in the history of humanity. When I flip it purposefully to “Do Not Disturb” it fades to transparency almost instantly, but should I accidently flip it, it will repel important information for hours!

As I Went To Get Her Ice

September 22, 2022

L’s Mother: Would it be asking too much for you to get me some ice?

Me: At the moment, yes. I can do it a bit though.

L’s Mother: Okay. It’s just that I burnt myself and . . .

Me: *sighing because once again she has buried the lead*

You KNOW I’m Serious When I Start Sayin’ “Ain’t”

September 14, 2022

When I mentioned yesterday’s story to L’s Mother, her response was that she’s been trying to teach L. not to just resign. She raised an excellent point that sometimes even when victory is impossible, you can still manage a draw; that’s something I’ve been trying to teach him as well.

There are several reasons why I didn’t do that yesterday though.

Strictly speaking, I could have made L. chase me around the board. I probably could have dragged the game out for some time, increasing his frustration and thus increasing the chance he made a mistake. I could have increased those chances even further with some choice insults and personal digs, or even just by being passive-aggressively annoying. By using those tactics (And I am in no way implying L’s Mother was advocating such a thing!), I probably could have gotten a draw or a frustrated concession, and possibly even a technical victory. There may even be a time and a place for those kinds of tactics.

But a friendly game with my son ain’t one of them!