I think the threshhold of my bathroom is a mind-wiping device.
At 5:53am, I woke up unexpectedly. No alarm, although there was one additional child in the bed at the time, and they tend to kick. I mused at the idea of how he might be affected when the alarm went off in seven minutes, and concluded that he’d simply sleep through it, like any good 2-year-old. It then occurred to me that the alarm wouldn’t be going off in seven minutes, but in eight.
It seems silly to long for the golden age of New Years parties, but I remember them fondly.
This year - quite currently - Berta has prepared meatball marinara with rolls and a nice corn dip for the Frito Scoops. There’s some assorted fruit and Chex mix, too. All this food, it’s a shame nobody came. Not that we invited anyone.
This writing pad is specially lined so that you can draft your next million dollar screenplay with a pen or pencil while on the go, and not a word-processor.
There is a reason why I haven’t posted anything in over a week. Actually there are a few reasons.
Chief among these reasons is the Christmas holiday, of course. I don’t want to make this post a cheap recap of what was a thoroughly agreeable Christmas, so I’ll save the details of the event for another post. But know that it was a good year for the whole holiday. Visits went smoothly, gifts went smoothly, the kids went smoothly… With just a few hiccups that went unnoticed until the whole thing was over, it was pretty darn good.
I guess there are training programs available for parents and no end of books on how to administer discipline of various sorts. I think we have a couple of those books around the house, even one with a title like, “How To Trick Your Kids into Behaving.”
The kids are performing in their own ways these days, and I wonder many things about being a parent, how to get them to behave, how to get them to grow up to be good people, how to refrain from making every moment in life a lesson of some kind.