My son proposed marriage on the bus Monday to a girl whose name he can't remember. We are all highly amused. I wonder what her mother has to say. I'm curious to meet the girl. Should I send him with an invitation to play sometime, or would that seem like I'm trying to coerce a relationship?
Sometimes you offer a helping hand when all that was wanted was a sympathetic ear. And sometimes you offer sympathy only to discover that it's not right, either. Or you're not right. Or something.
And sometimes you are trying hard to do your best for a lot of people, and one of them wants you to do your best only for him/her.
Sometimes you ask for a sympathetic ear, and you get criticism.
I've been listening to Radio?Sure! and have discovered something: Katy Perry's California Girls is played every third song in France. Now I can turn it off in two languages! And that is another discouraging fact. In nearly every country you can hear American songs. Why (and I've been saying this for a decade, at least) do American radio stations not play popular songs from other languages and cultures?
I think it's that Americans make such creeps of themselves everywhere they go, they suspect the songs say unpleasant things about us. I suppose they wouldn't like to discover that they've been singing in the car/shower about how Americans are scum. (Unless it was their idea.)
Of course, if we stopped acting worse than everyone else, maybe we could grow out of the inferiority complex.
Sometimes you just don't have time.
Sometimes you get exactly what you want, and then are miserable, and can't even complain, by rights.
I think Abbie is a little lonely. Maybe tomorrow we will go to the park after lunch. That is, if I have any energy left. I will be babysitting tomorrow morning. I'm dreading it. And I'm putting off cleaning the house. It has to be done, though. And soon. I am just very sad thinking about it.
Grant's medicine is not yummy like last time. But he's a good boy and hasn't declined taking it. And speaking of teeth, part of his sick tooth fell out yesterday at school. They sent him home with it in a little "tooth box" just as if it were a whole tooth that fell out naturally. He was excited. And the "tooth fairy" gave him a quarter, even though it wasn't a whole tooth. I hear she pays more for whole ones.
Sometimes you wonder if it's all too much to remember.
Another child pushes yours, and you teach him not to "take it". You teach him that if some one pushes, to push back. Your child learns that pushing is okay, as long as the report states that it was provoked. You have created a child that pushes. Your child pushes another child, and his parents teach him not to "take it".
Sometimes you wonder how there are any sweet people left.
My windows are open. It really is a lovely day. Abbie and I played on the porch for a long time. We were getting pretend clothes for a pretend coyote, giraffe, lion and zebra. Over and over and over.
Sometimes you wonder if other people are more emotionally comfortable than you.
I've been awake since 5:00am. That was when the magnet on the refrigerator parted company with its decorative plate. I'll have to re-glue it. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I just got up. Last night was late and difficult, too. Josh was nearly late for work. He had to meet me at Fifth Street (St. Charles) to switch cars. Then I took Michelle home, and then went home, unloaded the kids and put them to bed, cleaned up the trash that Jake, in my absence, had thrown all over my room. (Josh forgot to close the bedroom door.) Then I made Grant's lunch and got him some school clothes for the morning. Then I went to bed.
My neck is sore. Don't laugh. It's not from taiko, or the jumping jacks. It's from trying to drive with my hair in a pony tail.
Sometimes...it's just funny.
Sometimes an insufferable little know-it-all tries to tell someone how to do something in which she has had 6-ish years more experience doing, and she is too nice to tell him to go jump in a lake. And sometimes he tries to teach a whole room full of experienced people...and looks very foolish indeed.
Sometimes you're surrounded by idiots....and sometimes you're the idiot.
Sometimes you are the Bad Dog of the day, even without a single failure or misstep or transgression of intent or accident. Sometimes 105 % isn't enough, because it isn't your usual 110%.
Grant got a purple doubloon at school that says, "I Was Caught Being Good". It's a small reward, and he was very happy to receive it. Almost as happy as he was to have his tooth in a box. Boys are funny.
Leftovers tonight. We made pork steaks last night, and we're going to finish them off, and I ought to make something to go with it.... ??
I'm tired, and hoping for an early bed time tonight. But I also have lots to get done. I am going to start cleaning very soon. Josh said he would mow the lawn yesterday, but didn't. I was hoping he could do it today, but am not sure anymore. When he came home this morning he told me he's sick, and that I gave him something. I informed him that no one in the house (excepting him) is sick.
And if he DOES get me sick, he will hear about it. If I'm sick for the Japanese Festival, I shall be the world's angriest girl. I shall put the fury of hell to shame as insignificant.
Sometimes you know that your life is really pretty great. (But you still wouldn't say no to a nap!)
I wonder if a cheesecake will magically appear in the kitchen if I wish hard enough.
Well...this house isn't going to clean itself (worse luck). Hope your week is progressing as you would wish.
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