I haven’t been cooking much this summer because of all the traveling and all the being sick. My diet for yesterday and today consists of orange juice and chicken noodle soup dropped off by the nicest person in the word, my friend Lexi. We’ve taken the family out to eat a lot and I’ve also met friends for dinner and lunch and breakfast. I have not suffered in the food department. At all.
I went to Las Vegas over the weekend to celebrate my friend Alyssa’s birthday. We stayed at the Bellagio and got massages and pedicures and went to see Rick Springfield in concert (again) and we found a club that was open on Sunday night and even though we were decades older than many of the kids there we danced to the gangsta rap and had the time of our lives. It was over 100 degrees the whole time but we went to the pool and we went walking around and everywhere people were smoking and beggars lined the pedestrian bridges, one with a tiny dog panting in the heat, and there were splashy photos of mostly or fully nude women for all to see and I marveled at how many children were walking around exposed to the smoke and the porn. Yes, I did bring my own children to Las Vegas just a few months ago, but we spent no time on the strip. I returned home exhausted and of course, sick. Again. I don’t think I need to return anytime soon.
Just One Paragraph ?/31
I just sat down to look at my email and I saw this in the subject line of a message: “Plan Ahead For Fail.” I was struck by it because I am in the middle of a parenting fail moment and I thought “Wow! What perfect timing!” But when I looked again I realized it just said “Plan Ahead For Fall” and I was mentally grasping at straws. This is truly the middle of the summer doldrums, when the children and I have spent a lot of time together, just me, my kid, and his annoying little brother. Or seen the other way, me, my kid, and his obnoxious older brother. Can’t you just hear the bickering from where you sit? Today, after several weeks of days in a row when we simply can’t get through it without an episode of fighting, complaining, talking back, or just plain entitled behavior no matter how I structure the behavior/reward way of life, I finally lost it. Up until now I’ve been pretty good at holding my temper in check, keeping my language clean, doling out consequences and scolding when necessary. People who witness me NOT losing my temper might wonder what I mean by that, because it’s all relative. I’m not exactly calm, cool, and collected ever. But you’d understand if you saw me lose my shit today. I feel, of course, incredibly guilty about it now. It’s not the first time it’s happened and for God’s sake they’re only 6 and 8. It won’t be the last. It’s a good reminder that now is a good time for me to take a little break, and that daily meditation, stretching, and walking practice is something I should never skip. That’s planning ahead to handle “fail” with a little bit more grace than I did today.
Just One Paragraph 13/30
I don’t think I’ve ever invoked the Wordless Wednesday cheat of adding (Not So) to the beginning so I could weasel a bunch of words into what is supposed to be a post that includes only a picture. But a few things made me short on time today, so I’m going to do it now. Number one: the day just got away from me. Kyle started day one of three at Apple Camp today, which sounds great except that for the 1.5 hour session parents are expected to hang out nearby. It’s not like I got a load of free time. It was at the mall, and blessedly, my friend Noelle and her kids were there too, so we spent a nice time hanging out and catching up. But that meant the rest of the day was filled with the regular business of life. Number two: It wasn’t until the late afternoon, taking a walk with some other friends and their dogs, that I remembered today’s theme, so I borrowed one of the dogs and made her smile for the camera. Now, look. I’m not really a dog person, as evidenced by our great dog owner failure of 2007. I don’t dislike dogs, but I don’t want any living with me right now, and I don’t want to pick up their poop. And I certainly don’t want them kissing me on the mouth. But it’s certainly an eye-catching photo. Except I think instead of “Say cheese!” she heard “KISS ME!” and then this happened:
I can assure you, this dog’s big slurpy tongue did not connect with my face. I mean, ew. I dodged back just in time.
Just One Paragraph 12/30