Looking back over the last week I see a spotty record of hit and miss writing. And, when I look at the challenges some people face in getting to the keyboard, I feel a little lazy and lax. My days are just a little full and I am a little tired.
Mary, my wife, is in school all day until 6:30 pm. It is my job after my job to see to dinner and other matters household stability. I know a lot of women and some men have been doing this for a long time, and I am not complaining. I usually do a lot around the house, but Mary is the one who likes to cook. I am the one who cooks when I have to. I do the laundry and clean the kitchen after dinner as my contribution to daily housework. Now I am doing it all, which is alright, but this week I have added a cold into mix and by 9 or 10 pm (my usual writing time) I have been brain dead or spending some quality time with Mary. Quality time with the children consists of “have you started your homework?” Like I said I am not complaining yet. Wait until my car breaks or people start throwing up, then I will start swearing*.
*I have decided to swear in non-sense words. If you have seen “Firefly,” a very interesting series that Fox cancelled after half a season, or the movie “Serenity,” You will get the idea. As a preschool teacher, I have always advocated for non-offensive swearing and teach my parents this skill. It you stub your toe in a preschool classroom you have to say something.
Uh oh…I hope you didn’t read my post about how I end play fights with my brother–or about what Tom said when the power was out! I’ll have to come up with new cuss words.
Hope you’re feeling better soon.
I am feeling better today, thank you.
Don’t get me wrong. I am strong advocate of cussing in moderation. Sometimes it is the only way to properly express the true nature of feelings. It’s just that I hate dealing with 4 year olds swearing. If they learn explitives I want it to be from their parents or classmates not from me. When I am in friendly adult company, I use my fair share of profanity.
My wife learned how not to swear at people with poor driving skills when our oldest son was two and acted like a tape recorder. He was often in the car with her and developed a rather sophisticated vocabulary.
My daughter had a “cussing jar.” Whenever we cursed, we had to pay her a nickel. She’s now living in a mansion in Beverly Hills 😉