Monday, April 04, 2005

chatter of joy

Might I remark that the daylight savings is EVIL. I used to be soft on that word, relegating it to Pop culture cynicism. Now EVIL is that feeling when your mind thinks its been up since 6:30am -- but your body knows it was 5:30.

I seem to spend more time complaining about my kids than I do praising them. I suppose if one were to try and understand my life though my blog you'd imagine me with three out of control kids. You would be partially right. When I am happy with my kids, I am with them. When my tolerance for fighting, whining, nagging , pooping, farting, mooning, swearing wears thinner than Donald Trump's comb over, I blog. The result is my incessant whining and/or complaining. And being that I am the only adult in the house (until tonight!!) - I need some touch of sanity...or at least a repository for my angst.

(Transition to tangentially related topic here...)Each of my children possess some sort of security item. Owen has a rainbow coloured cow we call Mr. Moo, Harry has a blankie, which also doubles as a cape, and Aidan has Ed, the toy horse. I went through a 10 minute tidy after supper and placed Ed on a shelf so I didnt sweep him with the inordinate number of crumbs that accumulate on my floor each day. A couple minutes ago, I heard Aidan chatter with joy. His speech is still very much in transition from late Neandertalish to a more modern form of Japanese. Still, a chatter of joy was a chatter of joy.

And now my house is back in ruins and I realize that bedtime has officially arrived.

I have officially run out of steam. My last day of classes is FRIDAY and I am not sure how I am going to make it intellectually until Tomorrow...

4 comments:

Kim said...

Ah, the crumbs! The crumbs! You only have to sweep once a day? Lucky you!

The snippets of time I spend on the internet are among my only minutes of solitude a day. Complain away. I completely understand.

Famility said...

I agree completely. Ben Franklin, or whoever it was that really thought up daylight savings times should be reanimated and then killed. I think we should, instead, just keep "falling back"--gaining an extra hour, every six months or so. Never to "spring forward" again.

Bedtime at 8:03 p.m.? I assume you mean your kids. At my house, we're pretty relaxed on the bedtime thing. 10 pm-ish for our 8 year old. I was an insomniac as a kid (and sometimes as an adult), so I don't have the heart to send her to bed very early.

Robin said...

Me and my roommates went to Denny's at 1:30 this morning and found a family of four, two parents and their very young children, eating nearby. What kind of parents take their kids to Denny's at 1:30 in the morning??
We decided they were FBI and the kids were a cover...

Jay said...

What are blogs for, if not to vent?