its that time of year where the days seemingly get shorter, the leaves turn golden, and the boys’ birthdays start rolling in. it seems that while i was otherwise indisposed, my children decided to age another year- making them 8 and 5 in a few weeks. can i really still call david ‘the baby’ even though he’s far past that stage? and my eldest is almost too big to hold in my lap for any significant length of time- his bony butt cutting off the circulation in my legs.
its also the time of the year that severe melancholy strikes me- raining down on me like the rainfall of october. glimpses of life passing me by far too fast. decisions that i sometimes regret. tears fluttering just like the leaves. we’ve changed the time on our clocks, but my old body is slow to respond. these are the days that i’m desperate to be someone else- a better berit. yet, these days seem to strike cruelly at the very heart and soul of who i am.
in my sister group, we’re reading a book called looking for God by nancy ortberg. and i really like it except that its really hitting me hard. its almost like God slapping me upside the head and screaming ‘get a grip’. for your facebookers out there, its like super poke over and over and i’m trying to respond but i’m getting stuck in a moment that i can’t get out of…
and i’m trying God, i’m really really trying.
anyhoo, while i’m busy trying to figure it all out, enjoy a video from “the things”. it’s hard to hear, but they’re dancing to monday night football. pay close attention to the beginning or you’ll miss david’s interpretation of breakdancing.
readers will note that my dear dear friend (circabellum) loves to comment and rile me up—but i couldn’t’ wait to post this story and since it’s a rainy day, i figgered y’all could use a pick me up.
thing 1 hates homework—now while that is not surprising in and of itself, his attitude towards it is. because he’s my conformist. my step-followers. he likes order.
so tuesday night, i was late arriving from work and their father had them and no one thought to do their homework (i know, surprise, surprise). and by the time i discovered the error, it was 11 p.m and thing 1 was nestled all snug in his bed. so i jotted a note to remind him on wed a.m. that he would have tuesday night’s homework to complete.
wednesday arrived all bright and sunny and i let him know that he would be expected to do his homework. kid held his hand up and sorta ignored me which really is nothing new—that seems to be a character trait with the kimrey men (DNA or something). Read more »
yep. we’ve got it. and by we of course i mean wee david. because we can. because its there. because its invaded his body.
H1N1.
swine flu.
fevers in excess of 103. according to him, his ‘wegs hurt, his arms are sprinkly, and hand are pokey’. all i know is that he’s grouchy. small. weak. needy and quiet. loud and whiny. holdme, don’ttouchme. i’m hot, i’m cold. if-i-wasn’t-sick-i-would-be-bipolar. Read more »
(listen- because it seemed to play over and over and over in my head during this escapade)
Because that’s exactly how I felt I was treated last week by American Airlines. Not because some of it couldn’t have been avoided by simple, common courtesy. Settle back ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seatbelts, no smoking in the lavatory, and place your tray tables in the upright position. (I’m not kidding- this one is a rant)
Back the truck up – last week I went on a nice little trip to Georgia to visit a vendor (and I got to see my cousins as a bonus). The problem was getting there. Maybe you’ve heard, but Arkansas is experiencing a monsoon season this year because it rains sideways all the time. Turns out, most of the area in which I was flying was experiencing the same thing. Read more »
