- As I write this, Georgia is performing her newest trick: a full-blown temper tantrum. She is standing here red-faced and furious, breaking glass with those “I’m really really angry” piercing crippling squeal screams. I am not elated about this. In fact, I feel a little like moving out.
- You’ll note, however, that I’m writing this post instead of getting up and doing anything about that tantrum. That is one of the joys of tantrums. It’s one of the few times in parenting when it’s actually appropriate to sit there and ignore your child.
- I went to a party last night with some family friends who are Mexican. We were the only non-Mexicans there. There was a Mariachi band, Corona, tequila, about 17 zillion children, grandparents, aunts, uncles, teenagers, Pozole and tacos. All partying, dancing, eating. Gonna be honest. Kinda wish I were Mexican.
- I have reached a point of laziness and irritation with crap in my house that I throw away small toys rather than put them where they belong. You know, the occasional Lincoln Log or My Little Pony or pretty much anything plastic. Except for Legos. I do not throw away Legos. Legos are the only things my kids actually play with more than once. A year. Or ever.
- I have so many blog posts I want to write but just no time to actually write them. I need one evening a week where everybody leaves my house and I have nothing to do but sit and write. I should stop dreaming about things that will never happen.
- Today at the gym, a friend of mine and I were talking about things we’d rather do than go to the gym. She said “I’d rather sit on the couch, eat Mexican food and drown in silence.” For obvious reasons, I adore this woman.
- If Facebook ads are targeted, why do they keep putting up ads for “Napa Valley Rehab?” Come ON, Facebook, that was so three years ago.
- Tomorrow I give a 20 minute lecture to an American Literature class of 125 undergrads. It’s not that I’m scared, it’s just that I want to vomit when I think about it.
- I don’t really ever endorse anything on this blog (except bad parenting and swear words), but if you are in the Sacramento area, go see “Young Tom Edison” at the B Street Theater. I went with Rocket on Friday and it was spectacular. Hilarious, engaging, fascinating. A real story of creativity and free-thinking, but also the reality of flawed human nature. They didn’t portray Edison as some super-human god, but rather a complex person with faults and struggles, who was obviously a genius. Seriously, spend the money and go. Worth it. (Also it was short, so you could bring a pretty little kid (only 1.5 hours)).
- When you tell Georgia “I love you,” she now responds “wuv oooo” and I die from the cuteness. Almost makes up for the tantrum situation. ALMOST.
Have a great week. If I’m not back in a few days you’ll know I didn’t survive the lecture.