Posts Tagged ‘Parenthood’

My New Definition Of “Mixed Emotions”

October 11, 2017

The state of emotion after having one’s sleep disrupted over half a dozen times because their child wasn’t feeling well, only to be woken up by said child at first light to be informed that they are feeling “much better now.”

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So Which Is It?

October 10, 2017

We live in a society that constantly bombards us with mixed messages.  For instance, yesterday I read that I should avoid associating with negative, demanding people who expect me to cater to their every whim, but then I read I should spend more time with my child . . .

So . . . So Worth It

October 6, 2017

Having grown tired of my son’s constant declarations that every song he heard that he even mildly disliked was “the worst song ever,” yesterday I introduced him to Tiny Tim‘s, “Tiptoe Through The Tulips“.

His double take alone was worth it.

“Do I HAVE To?!!” *Wince* “Yes.” “Do You Mean That I–?” *Wince* “Yes!”

September 29, 2017

As I’ve said before, when I’m not busy being an extrovert I am most decidedly an introvert, and for most of my life that has meant that I needed time being left alone . . . sometimes a lot of time.

Unsurprisingly though, parenthood has continued to cut deeper and deeper into my alone time, and the adjustment, while . . . painful, hasn’t been entirely without merit.  For instance, recently I learned that a lot of the time I don’t technically need to be left alone, I just need the hurting to stop for a while . . .

The Baby Did Great Too Though

August 21, 2017

Yesterday my son took his first plane trip for reasons you might be able to guess, but I’ll likely confirm tomorrow.  I had my concerns about that, but he did great, so there’s no real story there.

Before I knew he was going to do great though, I was probably the only adult on the plane that has happy to see someone bringing a baby on board, and I was definitely the only person that was ecstatic when the family with the baby sat right behind us, because that meant the odds favored that nobody else was going to notice if my son had a bad time with his first flight.

Because If You Pass Out, Nobody Gets Help

August 18, 2017

There are times when it is entirely permissible to help yourself first, and one of those times is when you need to help yourself first so that you can better help those around you.  That’s the reason airlines tell parents to put their oxygen mask on first, then help their young children.

You Have A Gift For Understatement, Son

August 17, 2017

“I’m feeling unnormal,” my son told me last night as I was tucking him in.

“‘Unnormal?'” I asked.  “Does that mean you’ll be going to sleep easily tonight or what?”

He then proceeded to answer me by spewing over half his bed and a good portion of the floor next to it.

(He seems to be fine, by the way.  Just another entry in the cavalcade of life, but if you hear me using the term “unnormal” in the near future, this event is probably why.)

 

Me: Exactly!

August 16, 2017

My son, L. (six years old),  while working on a school worksheet:  These really are tricky letters!

Me:  Yep.  Definitely truth in advertising on this one.

L.:  There is truth in advertising.

Me:  Well . . . not always, but in this case, yes.

L.:  There is truth . . . and there is advertising.

So I’m Obviously Feeling A Bit Better

August 11, 2017

And just what do you think you’re doing?  You know I’m still not feeling one hundred percent, and you picked now to start trying to tussle with me?!  It shall avail you naught, varlet!

– My response to my son attempting to pounce me in my chair right before the tickling match started.  (Full disclosure:  The above quote wasn’t exact at first, but captured the spirit of my initial reaction, so I lured him into a quick rematch so I could say those exact words.  The things I’ll do in the name of accuracy . . .)

Pretty Slick There, Son

July 27, 2017

I . . . am going to have oatmeal, but I haven’t had it yet.”

– My six-year-old son’s response to his mother asking him what he had for breakfast right after I had (unbeknownst to him) told her that his first meal of the day had been potato chips.  (Let the record reflect that he did indeed have oatmeal not long after this.)