Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Random bits...

For a while now every time Jacob gets into trouble and has privileges taken away he pulls himself together, looks at me with those blue eyes--all weepy and repentant--and proclaims, "Maybe tomorrow I'll try harder to...insert issue here (not poop in my underwear, stay in bed for my nap, not hit the cat with my blanket, not push Kyleigh over when she's in my way...the list is quite extensive). Brilliant. 3-years-old and he already has a grasp on the international concept of Tomorrow. Kesho. Manana.

Just now I attempted to reason with him and explain the concept of How About We Just Make It Through Today.

No, Mommy! I won't!

It went well. About as well as when I inform him that he doesn't get to tell me what to do.

And in today's Ironic Advice file...a comment I received on my previous post regarding my chaotic life--again. The advice was to simplify. To get back to basics.

These are the basics, my friend. I am a Stay-at-Home-Mommy with no outside obligations--granted I stay at home with two highly active, highly intelligent little ones and my husband works long hours and has a crippling disease for which he is on chemotherapy for the rest of his life and there are days when I'm parenting alone from dawn until dusk and I can't recall the last time I was able to take a lengthy enough shower to shave my legs and my children eat toast and eggs for supper because I missed out on the cooking gene--my life isn't complicated, just chaotic. This is as simple as gets. I cannot prune anything else without sacrificing family members--and as tempting as that idea is at times, it's just not going to happen. The three people that I share my life with are my life blood, my oxygen. They aren't going anywhere.

The animals on the other hand--they can go. Seriously. Free to a good home, or where ever. I'm not picky.


Irene said...

I hear you loud and clear, Dori. So this is it then. These are the basics and for god's sake, don't give away the animals. They belong to the basics.

I am sorry, I didn't realize your life was down to the bare bones already and still so difficult or chaotic, as you call it. What you want then is some place to vent your frustrations, like a blog maybe. What a novel idea.

No, I am not making fun of you, but I do realize that you need to give air and space to some of your feelings and that this is the perfect way to do it. You're not always looking for answers. You're looking for a space to shout how crazy making it all can be.

Thank you for making it much clearer to me and I'll keep my sanctimonious mouth shut more often.

Dori said...

Irene, bless you! Yes, I use my blog as my outlet. But never feel like you need to censor yourself! Comments make it seem less like I'm whining and moaning to myself. :D

I'm opinionated, sarcastic and far too much of a smart ass for my own good! I deal with life's curve balls by laughing at them or making some sort of off color joke!

Dori said...

Oh, and fine--the animals can stay. But, are you sure you don't want a cat?!

Irene said...

Yeah, I am pretty sure. I already have 3 cats and a dog, The apartment is pretty full.

Millennium Housewife said...

I was going to write something flippant here, but actually I think Irene is right, sound away my friend it sounds like you have enough on your plate, and my comment about moving to Spain so manana is actually, manana can wait. MH

Dori said...

MH, I have very fond and warm memories of my years in Andalusia. Maybe made all the more rosy because I was single and childless?!