With the new year upon us, I find myself wanting to make resolutions. However common sense and history have slapped me around enough that I know that any resolution I make will end up being broken. Nonetheless, the desire to become something I am currently not is a bit overwhelming. For instance, with the temperature dropping below freezing for the first time this season, I realized that I needed to get Jack a new coat for winter. So after picking him up from school today we made what I hoped would be a quick stop at Kohl's. Last year this turned out to be the golden spot for finding coats so I had every reason to believe events would be repeated. No such luck. There was not a toddler sized boy coat in the entire store. As we trudged back to the car I had the nagging feeling that good moms had already purchased their children's coats months ago and that perfect moms had purchased their children's coats at the end of last season on clearance. As for me -- I waited until there were no coats to be found before thinking of the need at all. I wish I were the perfect mom, or at least the good mom. For now I will have to satisfied just being Mom and hope the boys won't remember my deficiences.
Now off to buy coats...
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Getting old...
After two recent events I have no choice but to conclude that I am getting old...not in the numerical sense, that would be ridiculous. No one in his right mind would claim that 26 years is old. Rather, in the grand scheme of life stage, I am getting old. Let me relate the two incidents and you decide.
Incident One: We were spending a quiet evening at my parents' house a few days after Christmas. The family was set to enjoy the Aggie game (a disappointment that Aggie fans have learned to deal with of late). After most major plays of the game (the game changers if you will) my sister pulled out her cell phone and began to busily text message someone. It matters not to whom the message was sent nor does the content of the message matter much. Rather my reaction is what, in hindsight, concerns me...my only thought -- at first private and silent only to later be voiced -- was "can't you just call the person?". I had and have no idea what the draw is to the text message. My sister's ability to text only irritated me. I attempted to justify my irritation by rationalizing that text messages are the cause for the deterioration of the written word not to mention the utter disintegration of the spoken interaction. But in all reality there is no justification for my irritation except to admit that I am old.
Incident Two: Since the addition of children to our lives, Luke and I have found typical "childless" celebrations difficult. New Year's Eve for example proves to be quite the challenge. Last year we braved the event sans-child and had a wonderful time. This year, with a new addition to the family an adult celebration was out of the question. So the Pearsons celebrated the New Year by hanging out on the couch. Luke and I lasted as late as we could stand it. After two rousing episodes of "Jon and Kate plus 8" (we watch the show to make ourselves feel better. As crazy as our life is, it could be much crazier -- finding comfort in other's pain is cruel, yes, but nonetheless helpful.) Luke and I called it quits around 11:30pm. Any parent knows that a newborn in the house means that you can fall asleep instanteously. Consequently Luke and I were sound asleep by 11:31pm. Around midnight-ish, I was awakened by the sound of loud fireworks from some of the neighbor's kids. My first thought, however, was not "Oh it's midnight. I should kiss my husband." No, no -- my first thought was "Dang kids and fireworks -- if they wake the boys I will seriously go outside and kick someone's backside." Again, upon waking and relating this story to Luke I was and am forced to conclude only one thing...I am getting old. These kids had every legal right to discharge fireworks and even moreso the timing they chose was extremely appropriate, yet their disturbance of my very precious sleep was so aggravating that I forgot all these things.
Uggghhh...I hope I regain some youth as my boys get older...otherwise within the month I will be heading to bed by 4:30 in the afternoon...
Incident One: We were spending a quiet evening at my parents' house a few days after Christmas. The family was set to enjoy the Aggie game (a disappointment that Aggie fans have learned to deal with of late). After most major plays of the game (the game changers if you will) my sister pulled out her cell phone and began to busily text message someone. It matters not to whom the message was sent nor does the content of the message matter much. Rather my reaction is what, in hindsight, concerns me...my only thought -- at first private and silent only to later be voiced -- was "can't you just call the person?". I had and have no idea what the draw is to the text message. My sister's ability to text only irritated me. I attempted to justify my irritation by rationalizing that text messages are the cause for the deterioration of the written word not to mention the utter disintegration of the spoken interaction. But in all reality there is no justification for my irritation except to admit that I am old.
Incident Two: Since the addition of children to our lives, Luke and I have found typical "childless" celebrations difficult. New Year's Eve for example proves to be quite the challenge. Last year we braved the event sans-child and had a wonderful time. This year, with a new addition to the family an adult celebration was out of the question. So the Pearsons celebrated the New Year by hanging out on the couch. Luke and I lasted as late as we could stand it. After two rousing episodes of "Jon and Kate plus 8" (we watch the show to make ourselves feel better. As crazy as our life is, it could be much crazier -- finding comfort in other's pain is cruel, yes, but nonetheless helpful.) Luke and I called it quits around 11:30pm. Any parent knows that a newborn in the house means that you can fall asleep instanteously. Consequently Luke and I were sound asleep by 11:31pm. Around midnight-ish, I was awakened by the sound of loud fireworks from some of the neighbor's kids. My first thought, however, was not "Oh it's midnight. I should kiss my husband." No, no -- my first thought was "Dang kids and fireworks -- if they wake the boys I will seriously go outside and kick someone's backside." Again, upon waking and relating this story to Luke I was and am forced to conclude only one thing...I am getting old. These kids had every legal right to discharge fireworks and even moreso the timing they chose was extremely appropriate, yet their disturbance of my very precious sleep was so aggravating that I forgot all these things.
Uggghhh...I hope I regain some youth as my boys get older...otherwise within the month I will be heading to bed by 4:30 in the afternoon...
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