Suburban Bliss is so totally right. Summer vacation is a time for children to laugh and play and have fun, unless, you happen to be my kids. If you happen to belong to me you have inherited the anti-kid gene – the total inability to entertain yourself, to act like and behave like a child. I suspect that it is a combination of television, lack of school and being too entertained and directed by me for too long. When we moved up here we believed we were moving to kid heaven – two acres of woods and forest to play in, completely safe. Instead, when we push them out the door to play they stand there wailing and crying that there's nothing to do and "it's boring". My gosh – what is that about? There is also bicycles, ride-on cars, a trampoline, chickens and chicks. What the heck? When i was a child we spent hours and hours outside playing in the woods, on the road, on the trampoline. It was nothing but fun.
What is the problem with my kids? Why do they hate me?
Normally I try and avoid expletives, mostly because I'm not a good swearer, tend to blush – but nonetheless shit, shit, shit – my husband is taking two weeks of holiday starting on July 4th. Great. It's so "great" because we are doing absolutely nothing – nothing! Staying home because supposedly that's the most relaxing thing – for him. My life will continue as always, taking care of four kids, cooking, cleaning, laundry, oh yeah, it will actually be five kids. I'm sorry but that isn't a holiday – that's work.
Its done, phew, see it here.
Shane and Toby are off at a Seattle Mariners game. They took the Clipper down and will be back tomorrow. It was a Father's Day Gift and my husband is so happy – he was like a kid grinning ear to ear as he left this morning. That makes me happy.
My mind is sort of adrift in my new presidency! ha – that sound kind of cool. Anyway, it is a real stretch for me as far as coming out of my shell. I am shy by nature and generally speaking, parallyzed with fear when it comes to public speaking. Tonight I will chair my first board meeting.
Coming back around to the ball game I am wondering why my husband is always the one travelling and i am always the one sitting here alone with the kids? I find it shocking how I constantly allow myself to be sold further and further into the patriarchy. I wonder what happened to the kick-ass university student, the one who let no one or nothing stand in her way? If I think about it – kids happened – kids who consume me heart and soul and at the same time keep me tied down to this house and the reality that a Stay-at-home mom is still a housewife or homemaker with a new name. Still tied down by those apron strings.
who do we appreciate? Me, me , me! My month of birthday's ended today with toby's sixth birthday. His party is Saturday at the Bug Zoo and school ends next thursday. I am insanely busy until then and after that I will write humorous enlightening things every single day. My kids are now almost 2 and then 4, 6, and 8. Cool.
We have five chicks cheep cheep cheeping in the laundry room.
I am now president of my kids school for a two year term. Shit. Double shit. What the hell am I thinking?