Posts Tagged ‘Reality Check’

I’ve Read A Lot Of Things Like This Recently For Some Reason

November 1, 2019

Paraphrased (and exaggerated for effect) news article I read recently:  Family members say that the man who got lost in the wilderness for two weeks before falling into a ravine and subsequently devoured by wild animals lived life “without regret.”

Me:  I’m willing to bet there was at least a little regret there at some point!

Reason Number 432 Why I Am Not A Great Chef

July 4, 2019

Great chefs never announce that they are using some olive oil by using the words, “Oh, Popeye!

Besides, Three Terrible Moments Out Of A Week’s Vacation is Really, REALLY Good

May 17, 2019

“You’re making a bit much of this, don’t you think?” L’s Mother asked me last night.  “People are just trying to frame the positive, you know.”  (I’m paraphrasing, but you get the idea.)

A good case could certainly be made, I admit, but here’s my point:

Any frame that doesn’t reveal the whole picture is a bad frame in my opinion, and off the top of my head I counted three significant terrible moments with L. from our vacation. I don’t mention this to wallow and get entangled in those moments, but because while my son is ultimately responsible for his own behavior, each one of those moments were because he was overtired and/or being pushed into a situation he had been very clear he didn’t want to do, but he also lacked the decision making skills to navigate to what he did want to do.

Because he’s eight, and those coping skills will come with time.

By the end of the trip he’d learned a few things, and the adults learned a few things, just like the trip before.  Sure, next week I’ll probably talk about the fun moments, but I think the terrible moments (the ones we learn from, at least) deserve better than being glossed over.

If It Had Been, THAT Would Have Been Amazing

May 16, 2019

My dislike of being in pictures aside, again, I did have a good time . . . for the most part.  I’m not dwelling on the negative, I swear, but since we’ve gotten back, I’ve been mildly disturbed by how frequently I’ve heard the sentiment that our trip must have been “amazing”.

It certainly had its high points, yes, but I assure you a week spent with an eight-year-old can also have some significant low points, and this week was no exception.

What I Did Was Walk Too Damn Much

May 7, 2019

With love and respect to people who (like my sister) use phrases like “exercise milestones,” I did not reach an “exercise milestone” yesterday.

In Part Because The Only “Spring Water” We EVER Have Around Is Just Some Cheap, No-Brand Bottles We Have In Our Hurricane Supplies

September 7, 2018

I didn’t want to say this at the time for fear of undercutting the joke, but today seems like a good day to admit that since I work from home and my son attends virtual school from home, if he called me at work to bring him some spring water because he didn’t like the water at his school, I would assume he was just messing with me.

I Did, For One

October 23, 2017

Some of what I posted last week may show more cohesive context with the understanding that last week my family and I went to Disney World.

It was NOT an ideal experience.

This is not a customer complaint, but a parental one.  It turns out not every kid likes Disney World after all.

Who knew?

So It’s Going To Take More Than Just Pointing Out The Common Ground

June 2, 2017

While I appreciate all those who call for unity and point out that our similarities far outweigh our differences, I feel the need to point out just how bitter the arguments can get between people who can all agree that football is a great game . . .

It’s Still Basically As Bad As Doing It With A Phone; It’s The Novelty That Made Me Smile

November 29, 2016

The other day I was trying to get into a restaurant . . . and I don’t mean it was one of those fancy places that prides itself on its exclusivity, I mean I was just trying to reach the door, but there was a kid blocking the walkway.  His family was already at the door and telling him to hurry up, but he was meandering in that distinctive “I’m ignoring everything else because I’m paying attention to something in my hands” fashion that these days usually means “I’m looking at my phone.”

Since society justly frowns upon adults pushing children to the pavement just because they’re in the way, I reminded myself of what lesson I would want to teach my son in this situation, and did my best to be patient.

Eventually we all reached the door where the father shot me an apologetic look and muttered a quick “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I chuckled, in a good mood now that I’d gotten a closer look at the situation.  “I’m just happy he’s got a book in his hands!”

It’ll Probably Be Me

August 1, 2016

School starts for my son soon.

Strictly speaking, he and I start his “school schedule” today though so he can be (in theory) adapted to said schedule by the time school actually starts for him in a couple of weeks.  In practical terms this means that in about an hour I’m going to be saying to at least one of us, “You’ve known this day was coming for a long time.  We even talked about this last night, so I do not want to hear gripe one about how terrible you feel today, or how you’d rather be doing almost anything else.”