i am going to be rude and eat while i blog - type - remember things i did today. remember, i do not promise this be anything but writing. with that, i regret all disappointment and sighs. i am eating, if you are wondering, a piece of whole wheat bread w/ honey folded over sliced grape tomatoes, 2 slices of rotisserie turkey, a light layer of English Mustard, drizzle of olive oil and a ripped in half square of colby jack cheese. it is delicious. accompanied by a small glass of vitamin d milk, it makes my dinner. (if you didn't know - you are supposed to store tomatoes at room temperature, please adjust any storage techniques as necessary to enjoy them more)
i had an adult moment this evening, talking to my sister emily on my way home from a movie. i saw eat pray love w/ my friend pierson menkhus - some sort of review to come later. my adult moment, though, was rooted in the thought - the mission - of giving my child an education. in doing so, giving security, love, and support. but more importantly (in specific regards to education, though what i listed is overall important in life) i am responsible for encouraging accountability, leadership, friendship, and trust. mr. bohandsome (the schoolyard nickname for my husband) is responsible for teaching his strengths: mindfulness in order, systems and routines...
when i got in my car after the movie, i noticed a ticket on my windshield. the ticket was written due to a "90 minute enforcement" with a time stamp 7:13...i arrived at the theatre no earlier than 6:30. though i am sure i can balance out logic enough to fight it - or get a lawyer - the fee is $10 and truth is that i owe them for parking as i ultimately did exceed 90 minutes in that spot. this i credit for the gift of my adult moment that came minutes later.
now i am home, with a crumbless napkin and a quarter glass of milk which i am saving to eat with my banana and slice of cherry pie. i wonder how the world will keep me on my toes tomorrow and i pray to understand my dreams as well as a recent nightmare. my focus on parenting is renewed by the gentle reminders of holding a newborn - knowing that, conceptually, the direction you show a 5 year old should be similar to nursing a newborn's health: staring them in the eye, expressing love through every single part of you and reassuring their sweet little hearts that everything is okay because they are warm and belonging to your heart.
and on that heart filled note of peacefulness, i leave you with the most recent human conversation i had today titled: "Don't Even Sweat It"
"thanks again for getting crickets" i say to chaz, will's brother.
"don't even sweat it. it's no big deal" he replies
"i appreciated not having to deal with traffic" i add
"it was cool - i got to see him eat them" says chaz...and he continues
"if it is okay, i would like to buy a bigger cage for her for christmas" says uncle chaz
"it is worth talking about" i say
"yea i was thinking it would be cool with a bigger cage" says uncle chaz
"oh - like a toad town" i agree (i can picture this: a little pond, a plastic palm tree among other foliage, a small miniture cricket house for them to take refuge rather than fend for themselves among the chaos of pending doom)
"and i didn't realize how big the toad was, he will need a bigger cage eventually" says uncle chaz
"so...you're really thinking about the toad, not my daughter" i jest
"oh come on. that's not fair" he tags
...and then i kicked him out of my house.
and i thought of a new rule: will and i need to approve gifts from here on out. genius, chaz.
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