There are days when my brain works at a speed and efficiency that surprises even me. On those days, I am charming and at my witty best. I also manage to churn out draft after draft of the most fantastic blog posts, the sheer awesomeness of which would completely boggle your mind.
Then there are those times when I can’t even spell wow and only every so often is there an occasional blip in the flat line that is my brain activity. All those fantastic blog posts are trashed and I wonder what I was high on that I ever considered them good enough to publish.
This blog post has been stuck somewhere between those two states of mind.
As I sit and type, son 1 and son 2 are jumping off and climbing back on my king size bed. They’re chasing each other and laughing like maniacs. There’s a lot of noise and hyper activity.
Occasionally I have to move my laptop out of the way for fear of one of them crashing down on it.
Son 2 just sat on son 1’s face and farted. I was going to say something, but before I could, son 1 laughed hysterically and shouted Mine will be worse than that!
The joys of being the only female of the house.
My sons think women don’t have gas because they’ve never heard me share it before.
After a week’s worth of monkeying around, picking up of toys, fighting, shoving, crying, refereeing, complaining of utter boredom, and trying to keep from losing my sanity, Son 1 had his first full day of school, post spring break, last Monday.
Back when I was a student, spring break actually started in Spring.
The icing on the cake was the surprise snowstorm we got on the first day off. We woke up to five inches of the white stuff on the ground and temperatures low enough to make sure it stayed there. For the entire week.
The snow meant no chasing the chubby little bunnies in the backyard, no swinging or sliding on the play set, and no digging tunnels in the freshly exposed dirt to see if you could get to China without paying for expensive airfare.
So with the situation as it was, the kids were plenty bored. PLENTY bored.
Which led to my husband buying them a brand new way to have some fun.
I have a strong feeling it was more for him than the kids.
The game system brought excitement and even more fighting, this time for who would get use of the fancy new controller.
Look, they stuck a little TV in it.
It’s been almost two weeks since then and I’m still waiting for my turn. 😡
Times sure have changed. I grew up in a house with four siblings. If one of us ever complained about something as frivolous as being bored, we didn’t get toys. We got lectures. And not even your typical lectures.
Our lectures consisted of stuff like how we were the lucky ones, how kids in the old country would be happy to trade places with us, and that we were bringing shame on our entire family, plus a few generations back of ancestors, by not making the most of our time off and doing math problems.
No one does guilt like Indian mothers do. 😐
I tried the guilt thing with my kids once. Just once. I was sick and probably also slightly off my hinges for even thinking any of my parents approaches to discipline would ever work.
I said to my boys Can you please keep it down? I’m not feeling so well. I could use some peace and quiet.
They didn’t care.
Frustrated, I said If I had daughters, they would care that their mommy was sick. They would tell me to rest and make me breakfast in bed!
My boys looked a little shocked at that and traded nervous looks with each other.
I thought Jackpot!, but no.
Maybe you’ll have better luck next time was the apathetic reply.
I was almost desperate enough to start pretend crying next, because every man I know, from my 61 year old father to my 4 year old son, gets nervous and fidgety when the water works start.
But I didn’t. I just lay down on the sofa, propped my feet up, and let the two of them play a game of who can jump over Mommy without crash landing on top of her.
Not my boys, that’s who.
Anyway, all that came to an end the moment Son 1 got on that giant yellow bus and I waved to him from our doorway. I told him to be sure and thank his teacher for me as soon as he saw her on the first day back.
What for? he asked.
I replied Don’t worry. She’ll know.
I’ll bet he had to wait in line.