Mouth of the South

The best part about having kids is laughing at the stuff they come up with.  I love the mispronunciations most because I still to-this-day have problems with it.  I will correct grammar, I will correct behavior, but the nuances of pronunciation?  NEVER.

• Tangerine=tambourine
• Wardrobe=bathrobe
• Bathetism=baptism
• Yogrit=yogurt
• Hubbo=HBO

CV

Seriously considering updating my resume to read "Professional Frisbee Thrower."

This dog is indefatigable.

In the Ghettoblaster

Jack often messages me, using google chat, either from his computer in his room or from his tablet when he's at school.

His messages are endlessly hilarious and usually start with, "Mom, this is Jack" end with "I love you."

He is also an avid peruser of amazon.com and will send me links to things that he is thinking of buying with his own money which I keep for him in the Bank of Mom.  The latest is a battery powered pocket radio, because he "really enjoys listening to different things on the radio."  It's funny how even though you know someone extremely well, they still surprise you.  For instance, I know that Jack will probably:

• lose this small radio
• take it to school and have it confiscated or stolen
• drop it and break it
• use it around the house and drive various people bonkers (but it's better than whistling!)

Despite my parental reservations, I still bought him the damn radio because that kid is the best that a mom could hope for.  Also we have Amazon Prime.

Hoffice

Working from home is one of those things that sounds amazing, and then when you do it for awhile, it loses a lot of its sparkle.  Like eating brownie batter...as a kid I fantasized about being able to sit and eat the whole bowl of raw, gooey batter.  I couldn't WAIT to be a "grown-up" and do it.  And when I was finally financially independent enough to have both transportation to the store, access to a stove, and zero supervision, I did just that.  I didn't even make it halfway through the bowl before the regret set in.  See, in my greedy zeal to accomplish this lifelong goal, I had destroyed what was inherently beautiful about it: you really only need a spoonful, and only every once and awhile.  Too much brownie batter makes you start to hate brownie batter (and yourself).

Working from home is best done SOMETIMES, in moderation.  I have been doing it for the past 10 years.  I'm actually pretty impressed with myself that I have been able to maintain...

1. sanity
2. a relative amount of hygiene
3. the ability to spell hygiene correctly on the first try
4. employment
5. relationships with other humans

It's hard to make yourself get into the shower (and pants) when you KNOW that you aren't going to have to see or talk to anyone but the dog (who is also un-bathed and pants-less) pretty much for the next 8 hours.  Unless the FedEx guy comes.  And he's used to my work-from home uniform.

(HUGE ASIDE: Along the lines of taking something I love and over-doing it until I reach the highest levels of self-loathing, is my commitment to my uniform.  The uniform has changed over the years, but I have a habit of finding something that I love to wear and doing just that, but almost everyday.  In high school my friends teased me about this constantly, but I refused to change, literally, and they just came to accept it.  It was so predictable, in fact, that they made me a get-well card after I got my wisdom teeth removed, and on the front was a very accurate caricature of me, wearing my "uniform."  I still have most of it actually, and I still love it.)

Anyway, this post is starting to sound contrary to point number 1 above, so I'll get to my point.  Working from home can get really, REALLY boring.  Not only are you doing a job which requires several things that are difficult to do (sit still, IN THE SAME SEAT, FOR HOURS, focus, and not talk to everyone instead of actually doing your job), but I have to do it alone!  This part is actually the crux of why I am good at working from home, there is no one to annoy or distract except myself and the dog, and she hasn't cracked yet.

When your world is this tiny each day, you have to find things that make it seem moderately exciting so that you don't go insane.  My "office" is a room on the front of the house so that I can focus my nosiness on the cul-du-sac that I live on.  I know everyone's schedule and I play this game with myself where I guess whose car is coming down the street based on the sound.  YES, you read that right.  This is a sure sign that I am spending way too much time alone with a dog.

There are other games and challenges that I give myself to keep things interesting, this is just the one that I caught myself doing today.  SEE HOW EXCITING MY DAYS ARE?

It's like Chocolate

I don't really care for it, unless it's bittersweet.

Watching kids grow up is excruciatingly slow sometimes, and hurricane-level speed in the next moment.  I've always heard this, but now that I'm experiencing it, I may have to call FEMA. 

Sydney just turned 8.  It's a tiny number.  She's in second grade, and in my memory, being in second grade reminds me of feeling little.  However, it seems like all of a sudden Sydney is not little, but a very small, very bossy, capable woman, and not a little girl anymore.  My usual hyperbole aside, I search her face for the baby that I grew inside of me every single day.  It's so confusing to feel sad that she's growing into such a healthy (and tall) girl.  I cannot reconcile this sense of...grief, I suppose, that I have such a wonderful child, but at the expense of my wonderful baby.  This makes zero sense to my head, and in the words of M'Lynn Eatenton, "I just wish someone would explain it to my heart!"

I feel this way about both children, and then I go on this self-harassing mental tirade, cursing myself for not taking a picture of their little faces EVERY SINGLE DAY so I could somehow assimilate that into a tangible change, so I wouldn't feel like I was losing someone.  Now, don't get me wrong, I take pictures and videos of these idiots (human and canine) constantly, but it feels like not enough.

Wait a minute.

Is this what getting old feels like?!?  Because if anything can make me feel old, it's these children.

Is that what I'm feeling??

Maybe the sadness is really just feeling bummed that I can't rewind and do it all over again, not because I would change a SINGLE thing, but because it is such an awesome, thrilling, joyful ride (peppered with screams and terror).

Do you get existentially wise in your old age?  Because this must be what is happening.  Wisdom...it's a new sensation.  And somewhat tiring to possess, I'm finding.  Look!  There it is again!  More wisdom!  (Note to self: re-read this post when you spend 10 minutes looking for shoes that you are already wearing. Wisdom! Ha!)

Anyway, my best friend is approaching the due date of her first-born, a boy, near the end of the month.  I've restrained from dumping all of these thoughts on her, because she probably knows all of these things already (she's very wise).  As a new parent I gobbled up any information I could find on parenting, babies, development, and eagerly awaited each new stage, equipped with my comfortable knowledge.  The thing that was missing in all of those books and articles and blogs was how heart-breakingly WONDERFUL, and agonizingly beautiful it is to survive all of those stages and have an independent and incredible little person in your life.  There is no preparing your heart for that, and I'm sure that I will continue to feel this way for the rest of my life.

One negative side-effect is that I can barely watch one of my favorite movies, Steel Magnolias, anymore because it all hits so close to home now that I have my own precious Sydney-Shelby.

Shelby: You know what you need in here, Truvy. You need a radio. Music is a wonderful thing to have in the background and it takes the pressure off of people who feel they
[looks at M'lynn]
Shelby: *have to talk so much.*
Truvy: I used to have one, but I slammed it against the wall when I couldn't figure where the batteries went. I know now that I was suffering from pre-menstruatal syndrome.

I think I'm gonna like it here!

Doo Log, 1/5/2017

They keep telling me this, and I'm now starting to believe it...I think that I may actually be pretty amazing.  I've discovered lots of hidden talents while living this place; they're sure to find me irreplaceable soon enough.  Who else could do these things but me??

For instance, I am the only one around here who...

• checks in between the couch cushions every day for stowaway rodents
• kills any and all cotton balls before they have a chance to grow into storm clouds
• wins at eating dinner (I can finish in under 10 seconds)
• digs holes in the yard to check for moles
• fluffs the carpet with my paws and body
• checks all of the trash cans in the house for squirrels
• supervises toilet use to prevent accidental drownings
• prepares for the apocalypse by stashing bones and rawhides all over the backyard
• kills and eats flies who dare invade our home
• wakes everyone each morning with warm smooches (even if this is not their preferred method of being awoken, I do know best, after all...I'm ME)
• can do a somersault on the couch and not fall off, and can also do one AND fall off
• has a tongue that, when I yawn (I win at that too), looks like one of those party favor whistles that unroll when you blow in them

Ahh, it feels good to be in an environment where my expanding list of talents can really flourish. Now if I can manage to get them on-board with my human-leash idea, we may even start making some cash!

Fruitbat

Doo Log, stardate 12/12/2016:

This is a strange place.  Everyone keeps looking at me, and smiling.  Is there something on my face?  I want to be alone but I want to be with these weirdos at the same time.  I am very conflicted.

There are a few things that I think I will like here though.  The one who sings all of the time gave me a treat.  I liked that.  Then she gave me some ham.  I liked that too.  When she offered me another treat, I politely declined.  The ham was way better.

The two baby humans seem to drop food all over the place, which is amazing.  I will show them what a good helper I can be when it comes to cleaning up! 

Everyone here seems to think that I'm pretty funny, which I think I might like too.  I tried doing some silly flips on the couch this morning and tossed a rawhide around, and that was pretty funny.  I made my own tail wag!

I think that they might catch on that I am much younger than they originally thought...I cannot pass as "mature," but that seems to be pretty common around here.