I feel like I’m sitting in an oven, but I’m too cheap to turn on the air conditioning. It’s barely MARCH.
Anyway.
I’m thinking of getting a watch with a chronograph for myself for my birthday. Again, should be cheap. Sadly, I’m easily drawn to shiny things, and if you google anything like “sports watch” or “sports chronograph,” you get, er, shiny things.
I’m not really a watch snob, I just like to pretend I am and shop around. So, I’ll probably get another Ironman or maybe look for a Casio on sale or check and see what they have at Target.
Anyway. This weeks goal (one of them) is to realize that my kids, precious kids, are not really miniature adults, and that they are going through their own developmental stages, and my job as a parent (besides teaching them how to write long-ass run-on sentences) is to help them through each stage and not expect perfection every minute of the day.
Whew.
Example: this morning, the kids were snorting molasses before breakfast, because damn if it wasn’t like that time in the Matrix where the bullets are flying and Keanu-whatshisname just stops time and dodges around and basically pisses off his parents because he just won’t get moving already but then the music starts and everything gets done by the credits. The end.
This? This morning was a teaching moment. HellifIknow what I was supposed to be teaching, because I think all they learned was a new way to make my head spin.
I’m trying, I really am. Patience does not come naturally to me, master.
