I had this whole big rant planned this morning. But instead of dwelling on the negativity I’ll just give you the short version:
You ever get the feeling that you know nothing?
I get the feeling I know nothing about anything the older I get.
Maybe it’s because I live with a teenager who knows everything…😉
*next week they’re back in school.
Actually, it hasn’t been too bad, between the appointments to the dentist several times this week, some visits to the Cineplex, art camp for the girl child and a bit of dog walking for me.
Things are unraveling here…I have little time to do my writing with all the interruptions and having to drive and pick up constantly. This chips away at my sanity. And I have so! many! ideas! at the moment I want to get out of my head…
So, I don’t have much to share today. Here’s my current life in pictures.
An interesting thing happened in a college classroom the other day. The story recounted to me isn’t exactly surprising, but we did later described this situation to our kids in order to impart an important message.
Not surprisingly, the teenager was harder to convince than the tween girl.
Here’s what happened:
The sun has arrived, the snow and ice is melting, everything is turning into mud and I’m sitting on my couch writing romantic fiction. Steamy romantic fiction.
I came across this term the other day which I thought was a remarkably accurate description of what normal family life is like for many of us.
All day you’re bombarded by the slings and arrows of daily life. It’s kind of what it feels like, sometimes, right?
You’re going about your routine, you carve out a little space for a bit of personal time, you adjust and adapt to whatever demands external factors dish out and at the end of the day you sink into bed and wonder, what did you accomplish today?
Here’s my answer:
If no one is dead, in jail, or, if they’re lucky, grounded, then it was a good day. 🙄
Did you take my phone? The teenager wants to know.
No. Why would I take your phone? I respond.
He checks all his pockets in his pants, his hoodie, his hockey jacket. No phone.
He starts to panic a little.
I’m out of steam. I have no words. My house looks like it hasn’t been cleaned or tidied since before Christmas. Kids need driving to and fro all week. There’s appointments and shopping and blah. So here you go, this is my picture-filled post from my sort-of vacation/tournament with my daughter in Niagara Falls. 🙂
I am typing this post from inside a hotel room.
Today we went to the passport office to renew my and my son’s passports. After, I had a million things to prepare for a tournament this weekend including a potluck which someone organized to take place at the hotel. Basically I was `out running errands most of the day today…🙁
In the middle of the running around, I received several panicky texts from my son. He doesn’t have a lunch. He doesn’t have any money. Can I drop by and give him money for lunch. He’s got school hockey, he’ll be at the rink.