Wolf and I have been playing with the idea of starting a podcast. We would talk about all manner of things. I don’t have much else put together yet, but I just wanted to gage interest at this point. Do you think people would listen to us ramble?
We went out to dinner and I apologized for being an idiot when I was younger. After she asked where this was coming from, I told her that parenthood makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes. She didn’t say anything for a while but I did notice a few tears forming. Mom told me that I didn’t have to apologize, but the gesture was appreciated. I felt better regardless.
I’ve been parenting for a number of years now, both children that may or may not have been birthed by me. It’s a trip. All the time. Every day. It’s most noticeable when the kids are little, but there are some nutty times when adolescence hits. Here are a few things I’ve learned.
Childbirth is messy, painful, and will remove any shred of modesty a woman has left. If you opt for a hospital birth, there will be doctors and nurses you’ve probably never met asking to shove a couple fingers inside you to “check your cervix”. I hope you like having your legs in the air and your undercarriage on display for whomever comes in. That is totally within the realm of possibility.
There’s a very good chance that you will sleep in the same bed as your kid for a number of nights. Experts warn against this, but you will eventually fall into the “I need to sleep and I’d rather not get up to feed you/Are you still breathing/Something is in my closet” trap. Just make sure to get good mattresses all around.
You are going to say things that you wouldn’t even imagine yourself seriously saying to another human being. Some examples are: “Don’t lick your brother’s feet.”, “What are you doing in that toilet?”, “Get down off the hood of that car right now!” and “We do not lay down in the street. It isn’t safe.”
If you find yourself singing the theme song to your kids’ favorite show when they aren’t around, you aren’t alone. It may get so ingrained in you that one can’t help but to get funky every now and again. Little Einsteins and The Backyardigans had some great music. I still get excited when that “Yeti Stomp” song comes on. I bet there isn’t anyone that can listen to that song and not dance at least a little.
At some point, you are going to start sounding like your own parents. It won’t be intentional. You’ll be talking to the kid and suddenly something slips out that you can vividly recall your mother saying to you twenty years ago. Hell, you may even have the same cadence when you say it. Don’t stress out. It happens to the best of us.
You have to let your kid make mistakes and teach them how to handle the consequences. I see too many little ones who have no concept of accepting blame or responsibility. Throwing tantrums to get your way gets hella old. Don’t subject your child’s third grade teacher to that. They have more important things to do like educating you child.
This is just a handful of the things I could think of. Child rearing is a big job and someone has to do it. It’s really easy to lose your sanity in the process if you aren’t careful. Remember to laugh and not take yourself too seriously.
Today is deep conditioning/wash day. My hair has been needing it. It absorbs moisture like a dying man in the desert. My recent illness has made me neglectful to my hair and it shows. It’s downright crinkly and I need to stop mistreating myself in this manner.
After the wash, I’m gonna try my hand at a flat twist out. I’m really a novice and I’m terrible at doing my own hair. It’s so hard for me and its kind of embarrassing. My cornrows are trash and I need the practice.
I’ll post some pics tomorrow so I can be judged accordingly.
My son is at the age where he would forget his own head if it wasn’t attached. He’s managed to lose jackets, shoes, and at least one phone. I spent a good chunk of my afternoon talking to my mother about it and I asked if I was that bad at that age. Her response was…
“Yes, you were. He’s just as much of an airhead.”
I would have been offended, but this is my mother and I needed the perspective. That’s what I get for asking dumb questions.
The Nintendo Switch was released today and I am in a state. My need is Mighty.
I don’t have one and have no means to get one.
I’ve been trying to ignore all the hype surrounding the new system and have been failing miserably. All the preview goodies that Nintendo has put out look stunning. Breath of the Wild alone makes me consider selling all my worldly goods to get my hands on it.
I haven’t wanted a Zelda game like this since Ocarina of Time and that was a while ago.
It’s also very likely that the next Pokémon game will be released on the Switch. It hasn’t been announced or anything, but I’m sure of it. I finally bought a DS for this very reason. I’m full of sadness because I know I won’t be able to justify this one to myself.
Oh, the reviews I would write. I’d finish side quests and buy DLC just to be able to cover the gaming experience accurately. It would be grand.
There are few things I enjoy more than a thunderstorm.
I know a loud storm is unnerving for lots of people. It can be quite scary. Wolf and I aren’t those type of people. One of our life goals is to become storm chasers when we retire. If we’re going out anyway, it may as well be while doing what we love.
Thunderstorms are energizing for us. Watching the clouds mirror the water as they roll across the sky is just thrilling. When most people are heading the forecasters’ warnings and seeing shelter, Wolf and I can usually be found watching the sky in out front yard or enjoying the rain from our porch.
The later is how we’ve decided to spend out evening. There’s a tornado watch in effect but it doesn’t feel like anything serious will happen here. It’s still warm and nice outside tonight, if you can stand the rain.