I'm grateful for all of you who still come around when I'm serving up everything I blog drenched in lame sauce--if I serve it up at all.
Now that this author thing is a semi-steady gig, I'm trying to that hokey-pokey voodoo dance where I have time to write, revise, review manuscripts for others, blog, comment on blogs, and oh, yeah . . .
And THE CHILDREN.
Them, too. I'm trying to mother and housewife and maintain a Zen thing where the incessant screaming rolls off my back because it only stops when I play with them and I JUST CAN'T DO THAT THE SIXTEEN HOURS THEY'RE AWAKE every day. I wouldn't even if I didn't have other demands on my time because I'm not that mom, the get on the floor mom.
Did you know, and I have empirical proof of this after two boys in a row, that if you play Hot Wheels with a three-year-old that he is the only one who knows the rules for winning and that no matter what, he's always going to win? And also pitch a fit when you break the unspoken rules of Hot Wheels? The first of which (and of course I can only guess here) seems to be that you must never, ever do anything with your Hot Wheel that is cooler, faster, or higher than what he does with his Hot Wheel or he will scream and turn purple.
But I do try to play with them during the day. We do floor time. This usually happens when the two smallest ones start draping themselves over my laptop. I think that's a hint. And I get them out of the house at least once every day, and no, I don't mean we walk to the mailbox. We actually go somewhere. It's best for all our sanity that way.
It's hard, though. The balance thing.
So thanks for dropping off nice words or LOLs in the ever-dwindling comment box on days I don't rant about why Grease is not good clean family fun, etc.
I appreciate you. And I solemnly avow that when my Nigerian friend sends me the Timeturner I ordered, I will do a far better job of getting to your blogs from now on.
Thursday, August 25, 2011