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It's like listening to three albums playing at 78, writing down the lyrics while refinishing the floor and calculating pi to the 200th decimal.
I can't seem to keep up and it feels as though important things are slipping through my fingers.
While I do enjoy going ninety miles an hour at work, other things start to lock up. Like talking to friends, playing games or having a personality.
When I sat down at the computer just now, my first thought was to log onto my office computer and get some more work done. My second thought was to so not do that.
I'm thrilled that Micah got into the swimming pool today and tried to celebrate as much as humanly possible with him...but when I was outside telling G my work woes (so Micah doesn't hear me bitching on his special night) he came outside with me. A neighbor kid who is a year older than Micah came outside to say hello and Micah wouldn't even speak to him. I chatted with him a bit and then said we had to go finish dinner.
When I asked Micah why, he said he was thinking about himself, not about talking to anyone else. And yet, he said that he would be upset if someone ignored him. I just don't get it! I try to be a good example for him and try to make him understand what it takes to make friends.
Still, today falls under the heading of positive...he got in the pool. Small victories. Small steps.
From yesterday:
So I'm noticing a negative trend to these posts. On a positive note, today I made it out of work at 4:30 and went and picked up the kiddo, who had a pretty good day at Soccer Camp. Yay! He has promised that tomorrow he's going to swim, although I'll believe it when I see it.
It's a nice evening, and although we didn't do much, it's been very liveable. Micah's in the shower now, after our trip to the drug store to get me decongestant and lozenges, the latest PC Magazine, and chocolate.
I've got Cinnamon Road by Shawn Colvin stuck in my head, although that isn't a bad thing at all.
The funnest moment of the weekend was Micah and I, with occasional input from Ginger, driving, listening to the Arrogant Worms and singing along with them. While Micah sings well, and with enthusiasm, I sound like a wounded mammoth, but it was a nice moment.
Any song that teaches you what makes up DNA or defines "ductility" has got to be worth memorizing.
Oh Cinnamon Road
That's where we would go
To try and feel better
Oh hot summer breeze
Tops of the trees
Reachin forever
So you take all the things that you felt then
And never did show
With a picture in your head of somebody
That you never did know
Put em all in a box and you leave em
Down Cinnamon Road
But all the money in the world is never gonna
Let you go
Oh where did you go
Cinnamon Road
I wanna feel better
Oh bibles and beads
Stacks of degrees
Reachin forever
So you take all the things that you felt then
And never did show
With a picture in your head of somebody
That you never did know
Put em all in a box and you leave em
Down Cinnamon Road
But all the money in the world is never gonna
Let you go
All them money in the world...
innocence lost has been an ongoing theme lately in random conversations. on the whole, i suppose it's a good thing, but relationships get more complex, people become jaded and cynical and more and more walls get built. Conversely, we learn and adapt and realize the worth of things that we previously considered extraneous or superfluous.
i'm feeling a bit jaded and cynical tonight, but it's nice to see Micah talking quietly as he gets ready for bed. There's hope for tomorrow.
I can't seem to keep up and it feels as though important things are slipping through my fingers.
While I do enjoy going ninety miles an hour at work, other things start to lock up. Like talking to friends, playing games or having a personality.
When I sat down at the computer just now, my first thought was to log onto my office computer and get some more work done. My second thought was to so not do that.
I'm thrilled that Micah got into the swimming pool today and tried to celebrate as much as humanly possible with him...but when I was outside telling G my work woes (so Micah doesn't hear me bitching on his special night) he came outside with me. A neighbor kid who is a year older than Micah came outside to say hello and Micah wouldn't even speak to him. I chatted with him a bit and then said we had to go finish dinner.
When I asked Micah why, he said he was thinking about himself, not about talking to anyone else. And yet, he said that he would be upset if someone ignored him. I just don't get it! I try to be a good example for him and try to make him understand what it takes to make friends.
Still, today falls under the heading of positive...he got in the pool. Small victories. Small steps.
From yesterday:
So I'm noticing a negative trend to these posts. On a positive note, today I made it out of work at 4:30 and went and picked up the kiddo, who had a pretty good day at Soccer Camp. Yay! He has promised that tomorrow he's going to swim, although I'll believe it when I see it.
It's a nice evening, and although we didn't do much, it's been very liveable. Micah's in the shower now, after our trip to the drug store to get me decongestant and lozenges, the latest PC Magazine, and chocolate.
I've got Cinnamon Road by Shawn Colvin stuck in my head, although that isn't a bad thing at all.
The funnest moment of the weekend was Micah and I, with occasional input from Ginger, driving, listening to the Arrogant Worms and singing along with them. While Micah sings well, and with enthusiasm, I sound like a wounded mammoth, but it was a nice moment.
Any song that teaches you what makes up DNA or defines "ductility" has got to be worth memorizing.
Oh Cinnamon Road
That's where we would go
To try and feel better
Oh hot summer breeze
Tops of the trees
Reachin forever
So you take all the things that you felt then
And never did show
With a picture in your head of somebody
That you never did know
Put em all in a box and you leave em
Down Cinnamon Road
But all the money in the world is never gonna
Let you go
Oh where did you go
Cinnamon Road
I wanna feel better
Oh bibles and beads
Stacks of degrees
Reachin forever
So you take all the things that you felt then
And never did show
With a picture in your head of somebody
That you never did know
Put em all in a box and you leave em
Down Cinnamon Road
But all the money in the world is never gonna
Let you go
All them money in the world...
innocence lost has been an ongoing theme lately in random conversations. on the whole, i suppose it's a good thing, but relationships get more complex, people become jaded and cynical and more and more walls get built. Conversely, we learn and adapt and realize the worth of things that we previously considered extraneous or superfluous.
i'm feeling a bit jaded and cynical tonight, but it's nice to see Micah talking quietly as he gets ready for bed. There's hope for tomorrow.