Ignorance Is Bliss

When I woke up today and checked the wind it was already onshore at my house. For the non-surfing readers this is bad!. Anyways, I was experiencing destination addiction, putting off happiness till a goal is achieved, i.e. surfing, when Jenny started singing. I mean my phone started ringing (Song ring tones can be confusing). Anyways, it was a surf report with good news. Report: "It's surfable." After surfing, which entailed more paddling that actual surfing, my destination addiction was gone.

Now onto my Mommy duties. I took my youngest son, Noah to the park. We brought his tricycle and my skateboard. I always thought I'd give up skateboarding when I turned 40, but it turns out I was wrong. I got a lot of stares (I'm sort of used to those, but not necessarily comfortable with how stares feel). At one point, Noah was pulling me on his trike with a rope (think water skiing behind a boat urban style), but I kept going too fast, dropping the rope and passing him.

"Mommy I waaaaaaant to tow you," Noah exclaimed in frustration. I heard him say "stooooooooop," as I was half way around the track.

Apparently, childhood and parenthood have the common denominator of trying to get someone to do what you want them to do, when you want them to do it. I was definitely experiencing satisfaction with this realization.

Then there was this dad. He had two kids. A girl maybe around 7ish and a boy around a year, give or take a few months. He kept knocking the boy down, who was already having a lot of trouble walking.

"Oh, what are you getting frustrated," he asked his child mockingly?

Okay I am not 11 months, but who isn't frustrated when learning a new task and someone keeps knocking you down?

Also, he seemed to be training the much older child to dog pile the baby.

I couldn't help but think this is how his father must have treated him. He was just doing what was done to him. It wasn't as if he was a bad person. The tradition, sadly, lives on until he decides to create a new family pattern. This is the goal we all strive for, whether we realize it or not.

Then I had to wonder, what happens when I am not with my own kids and husband? Would I be okay with everything that happens? I decided I am probably better off not knowing everything.

The Very Last Country Song

Ok the day is coming to an end. I am going to sleep tonight. Right now, I am winding down with some music by Sugarland. This song, The Very Last Country Song, rings true for me and it is a reminder to appreciate and more importantly enjoy what I have. Enjoy.

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Realizing what I have

Around lunch time Stefan phoned me from school informing he was going to urgent care to be sure he didn't break his ankle. Of course, this happened while he was playing soccer with the kids at school. He is a middle school teacher. Then came the punchline, "could you please pick up Vinny from school?"

Call me nurse or call me mommy or just stop calling me, please.

Everybody has eaten some kind of cereal for dinner. Actually that was dessert. Mac and cheese super deluxe restaurant style was for dinner. Stefan had a serving of glass with his bowl of mac-n-cheese. (Mental note:It is probably a good idea to make sure the bowl you are serving your injured husband isn't chipping. Sorry.)

Nine and a half hours after the phone call, by some miracle of the bedtime angels, everyone is in bed. Although probably only my husband is asleep. The house literally looks like a bomb went off. And if I had 10 washers and 10 dryers I might be able to get caught up on laundry. But I don't know who would put it all away? And even if Stefan could walk around and it put all the clean laundry away, somehow, someway 3T clothes would end up in my closet, size 8 would end up in Noah's closet (he's three), and Vinny wouldn't get any clothes except clean underwear.

As for me I seem to have some kind of mental block for putting away laundry.

But on the bright side the waves are probably going to be fun tomorrow. And I can dawn patrol. (translation: sneak out of the house at 6 am to go surf and be back by 9 when everyone is hopefully waking up or not) And if they wake before I return they can eat cereal, again. Good thing I remembered to buy cereal today. ;-)

Love Sugarland

Love is one of my favorite songs off Sugarland's third and newest album. "Is it making you laugh, Is it letting you cry?" This is my favorite line because anyone that can make you laugh and let you cry is worth keeping. Especially, if they can make you laugh when you are crying. Stefan, my hotty husband, excels at this. Stefan and I are going to see Sugarland at the Los Angeles fair in September. I am so excited. I'm not normally one to go concerts, but I find their lyrics inspiring and enlightening. And they make me want to get up and dance. Now you may not like country, but this song reminds me of U2. And everyone can relate to these universal words on love.