Howdy, blogosphere.
So, my laptop died this week. A 2007 Macbook Pro. The trackpad and keyboard stopped responding. The internet told me to press down on the orange cable under the battery, but although that's worked in the past, this time it accomplished nothing.
Luckily, the messiah-geniuses at the Apple store resurrected it for the low low price of $60. So that beats buying a new laptop. Seems to be working pretty well so far.
I dropped the stats course I'd been taking. Too much stress. My mind needs time to absorb heavy math concepts, and it just was not sinking in. Some other time. I have a little bit of anxiety about this, especially in terms of how it delays my scholastic plans. But it had to be done, I was not in a good space!
At the end of next week, my hours at work decrease as a 4-month project comes to an end. I'm looking forward to having more free time. A lot of that time will be put toward our impending move, but at least some of it will go towards making some art, and doing other things that will start to reverse the effects of stress. Like tonight - I finally just went out to a coffee house and read a book. I must be getting old, because it was awesome.
I feel like I don't have anything especially witty to say, and to be honest, I don't really care. I feel calm for the first time in a while. Which doesn't translate to great blog posts, but I'm okay with that. I seriously doubt that's how I'll measure my life when I get to the end... and if that's how we do things by then, well, it might just be the right time to get off the ride anyway.
My kid's new favorite food is kale stems. I've always tried to feed him healthy food, and now that he's 5, his favorite things to eat are raw tofu, cucumber, soy milk, sushi salmon, and now kale stems. There've been times when I've been busy or stressed out, and turned to the "lazy parent" standbys of KD, frozen pizza, and chef boy-ar-dee, but this little guy wants nothing to do with them. And I have to admit that for a long time, until very recently, I had some guilt about not being one of those amazing parents who spend hours (or so I imagine) making healthy food look fun by dressing it in exciting colours and shapes. I don't think I could do that if I tried. But here's the thing: I've been blessed with a kid who doesn't need or even want that shit. He wants a bowl of raw tofu cubes with some soy sauce drizzled on it. He wants me not to throw out the kale stems when I'm frying up the leaves for myself, so that he can chew on 'em like they're twizzlers. So you know what? Okay. Okay! It's taken me a long time to figure out, but back when I was an SAHD, I made an effort to give him a healthy diet, and do you know what I get to do now? I get to claim my reward. So while other parents can beg and plead and bribe their kids into eating just one bite of vegetable ("come on, Timmy, one bite and then you can have this donut while we watch cartoons and I massage your feet"), while they're busting their butts trying to mold vegetables into the image of Dora the Explorer, I can toss my kid the healthiest stuff I can think of, and he'll thank me for it and ask for more. I don't know how long this is going to last, but mark my words: I am going to ride this thing out. I am going to milk this thing for all it's worth, and when, one day, a pretty girl with a pop tart tells him "why do you like that weird stuff?" and it all comes crashing down, Garden of Eden-style, I am going to take it in stride. And maybe send her a 24-pack of Coke so that her teeth rot and she holds less influence over my boy. No, I probably won't do that. Probably.
Oh hey, guess what? The US Census Board classifies dads who look after kids as "child care". So when you see statistics come out of the US referring to the number of kids in child care? Some of those kids are being raised by (shudder) their own fathers. Can you imagine? Anyway, that rant will be the subject of an upcoming blog post. Plan on skipping it if you're a sexist cave-dweller who's recently been unfrozen, unless you enjoy learning about the advances society's supposedly made since you took a nap in a glacier.
Okay, that's it. Here's my traditional promise to post more often, which will probably not be honoured.
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