Language alert: this is me in my don’t care kind of mood. If swearing offends you this post isn’t your cup of tea.
This is probably one of those posts where a certain percentage of my readers are going to gasp and think “she’s such a horrible parent!” Maybe I am. I prefer to think of it as giving my kids a well-rounded education in “how to be a mature human.” Something like that. Of course, we’re still working on the basic stuff like “how to pick up after yourself” and “how to use the toilet without leaving a mess,” so I guess this is a work in progress.
Raising kids is weird. Seriously weird. I mean, how can you have this philosophical discussion with them one moment and the next you’re screeching at them to wash their hands because “we don’t pick our noses!?” Weird. They had a discussion tonight on who was the robot and who was the alien. Newsflash kids, you’re all aliens. Until you’re … say … somewhere around 20. Even then, it’s debatable.
I lifted my face to the sun and stood there for a minute, just listening. High in the pine trees above me, the wind rustled. Then it blew a little stronger, and a smile broke over my face. I knew that sound. It was the sound of home.
They say your family pet resembles you in temperament. If that’s true, our family dog is a neurotic mess.
Last weekend we went house hunting. Dog went to the dog boarder – a local family who specializes in only boarding big dogs. She gets lots of play time, walks, and personal attention – it’s a great set up! Normally she has fun, but this time something went wrong.
This weekend was interesting. Not really in a good way! We spent the weekend house hunting and driving 11 hours each way to get there and back again. I do not recommend house hunting with sensory kids.
But, like us, you might not have a choice! We had to grit our teeth and do it, and we tried to mitigate the fallout as best we could.
Wow! Life moves fast. A few months ago life was bumbling along, I was trying to juggle everything, and we had plans. That’s all, just plans. Then whoosh! Plans happened and life went spinning sideways.
What I mean, is our house is on the market. Was, rather. For about 3 days. Yikes!