3-19-09
Not that I am in the market for another kid, but for some reason the epiphany name came to me yesterday for that little girl I would love to have. Ezra Jayde. Just in case any one was interested in what I call my imaginary kids.
I needed to start with random since my afternoon yesterday was pure hell. The boys were out of sorts all afternoon. Dax in the first half, Bobby in the second half. Dax would burst into tears just because and just wasn’t listening to me. Finally, after I sat and talked with him, he seemed better the rest of the evening, with the occasional normal issues. Bobby on the other hand, seemed to melt around bed time when he refused to get in jammies, claiming he didn’t know how to take off his clothes. It was crazy. Luckily, both seemed to pass out ok for sleep, so I finally was able to relax for a minute.
Then the stupid alarm went off this morning, which sucked since I was comfy for the first time in about a week. On the plus side, though, I must have been comfy much of the night since I feel pretty rested this morning. So this is a good thing. I actually feel pretty chipper. How long before that goes away?
Apparently I am going to my folk’s tonight. My mom called me last night to see if we could come tonight instead of tomorrow. I assume they have plans, so this was fine with me. It means tomorrow I don’t have to do anything.
Thanks to Parents Magazine, I have a new bug up my butt on organizing. There was a whole thing on cleaning the playroom, which is really the two bedrooms. Toy bins are bad. I agree. They showed these shelving units that are more like buckets on shoe racks. You put cars in one, Lego in another, etc. That way everything has its place. It means getting rid of even more crap in their rooms. I am ok with this.
I also built their Lego table yesterday. It is a table with the top that is a Lego board on one side, and smooth on the other (you can flip it really easy). It will be perfect for Bobby’s games, and I would like to keep it in his room. I have it in the living room right now, which is fine, but eventually I don’t want it there. So I need to clean up toys so there is room.
I also am cleaning off the bookshelf over the next couple days. There are books on there that we haven’t touched in years, so I am boxing them up. I think I can probably reduce it to just one shelf. I think that will make it less cluttered.
The entry way also tends to store things like the pack n plays, which hopefully if Sunday seems to go well, we can actually put those away. Yup, I am planning on letting them roam free at the bowling alley. I will give them areas that they can stay in, and really, no one seems to mind when they wander about. As long as they stay calm, we are fine. They mostly like to sit by the tables, so it works out just fine. 2 less bulky items! YAY!
Heck, if I clean off those shelves, perhaps we can fix the tiles in the entry way this weekend and actually finish a project. I have a feeling I will be in uber cleaning mode this weekend. Since the boys can play outside on their own, I can actually get stuff done, so this is nice.
My tongue is too big.
The office seems to be noisy today. I wonder what that is about. Not a bad thing, just different, especially since it has been so quiet the last week. Perhaps there was tension that needed to be released.
Do you ever get that random feeling of, oh my goodness, I am a grownup and I know what I am talking about? Ok, let me see if I can explain. I just spoke to my boss on the phone about an account. It was a reasonable exchange of ideas and information about the problem at hand. I hung up and I didn’t have this amusement that I had just BSed my way through it. I actually knew what I was talking about and I was, for lack of a better word, knowledgeable. Not saying I think I am an idiot by any means, I am just sometimes brought aware of the fact that I am not a kid anymore. I think when I do things like write my blog or read my stupid entertainment magazines that I am still just a 17 year old trapped in the body of a 33 year old. But in fact, I am a valid adult with reasonable arguments and through processes flowing through my mind. I know, this is silly and most people would laugh at me, but it is this self awareness that I am fond of because it allows me to see what I have become. Tell me you don’t sometimes sit in your house and go, omg, I own this. Or even, I don’t live with my parents. I make my own decisions. If my house is dirty, this is my problem, not someone else’s. Ok, perhaps I am the only one doing this. But it is like an epiphany that you have of being grown up. I get the same thing with the boys. Shoot, I created life! How freaky is that? Not just a cat I raised, an actual life form that because of me (and Ken had a hand in it too) it exists. Heck, I can even say I am the bulk of why it exists since I am the one growing it. Isn’t that freaky? Or is it just me? Ok, I am done feeling all grownup now that I wrote all of that. I sound like some character in a Judy Blume novel.
My Wiki reading was odd this morning. I did some follow reading on Manson, then moved to 50 Cent and then Kanye West. I then backtracked and read on Terry Melcher, then his mother Doris Day, then Candice Bergen, moving on to David Letterman and finishing it up with Jay Leno. It would be an interesting class to teach. Just start a class with one person, then learn about links from each of them and then keep doing the six degrees type thing. I would be curious to hand each student a name, and see where they get in an hour of Wiki reading. What names sparked their interest. Perhaps not just a name but a place or event would make them go there next. Of course, I am now without my reading since I read it all already. I was all excited to have that much for the day. I had been planning on doing more actual historical wiki reading, but nothing sounded particularly interesting this morning. All of the ones above were started with a news story or mention on K&B, and then I wiki walked forward. I am considering Rock Hudson, thank you Doris. So off I go.
It is disturbing when you read things like Liberace was playing piano at age 4, only because then I wonder if I should get my 4 year old moving. Seriously, Bobby, you are such a slacker. LOL!
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