I's only the 7th of November and I'm already stumped for a blogging topic. Well, that's not entirely true. I've got a topic or two simmering, but after working all day, I just don't have the energy to get it out of me.
However, I do have the energy to write a quick letter to my Congressmen.
Dear Congressperson,
I'm sure that you thought changing the daylight saving dates was a dandy idea. In fact, I've been very pleased with the idea for the most part. I liked waiting a little while longer before being plunged in to complete darkness as soon as I set foot out of work.
However, I wish that you had warned me about the ripple effects of this decision. Mainly, the candy effect.
Oh, don't play dumb like you don't know what I'm talking about! CANDY! Halloween candy! Since it got dark later, kids were begging for candy longer and this caused something quite horrendous to occur. I RAN OUT OF CANDY. Good God, I feel like such a failure! Worse than the little old lady on the street behind us who was giving our leftover Easter candy.
Of course, then the after-after effect of this is that when the clocks did change a few days later, my kids were so hyped up on all the extra candy they scored, that there was no way to get the to bed early.
Thank you for looking out for me in Congress. I know I can count on you to work on important legislation. LIke when we should move our damn clocks. Please think of the children before voting on future "great ideas".
RxGoddess
Oh, I forgot to mention that the recently-elected mayor of our fine city lives on the street behind us, so of course we have to go to his house. Hizzoner answered the door and gave out the candy IN HIS BARE FEET. Not the most polished dude. Hopefully he wears shoes to City Hall.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Ha Ha!
Fooled you, Mom! As of last night, M was already back-pedaling and saying she wanted me to take her to school.
Some might say I'm being walked all over and give her too much power. Let's just say, I pick my battles. M has a very controlling tendencies. It's hard to say whether they are the result of being a coping mechanism for adoption issues (a very common issue we see in China adoptees) or just her personality. Probably a combination of both. There has been so many things in her life that she had no control over, that there is a primal need to be in control.
There are some things I don't bend on. Like the rule that she must wear underwear to school. (Gross, I know, but she very much prefers to go commando). When it was still shorts weather, she was wearing boxers, but now she has switched to boy's briefs. I also let her go to sleep in my bed every night and I move her. Mr Rx and I have tussled about that before, but if I let her go to sleep in my bed, she's asleep in a matter of seconds. If I force her to go to bed in her own room, she'll think of a million reasons why she can't sleep. I know it won't go on forever and it will be a funny story to tell her boyfriend.
So I took her to school this morning, gave her a hug and saw the look of anxiety on her face as I said goodbye. And I'll keep taking her.
Some might say I'm being walked all over and give her too much power. Let's just say, I pick my battles. M has a very controlling tendencies. It's hard to say whether they are the result of being a coping mechanism for adoption issues (a very common issue we see in China adoptees) or just her personality. Probably a combination of both. There has been so many things in her life that she had no control over, that there is a primal need to be in control.
There are some things I don't bend on. Like the rule that she must wear underwear to school. (Gross, I know, but she very much prefers to go commando). When it was still shorts weather, she was wearing boxers, but now she has switched to boy's briefs. I also let her go to sleep in my bed every night and I move her. Mr Rx and I have tussled about that before, but if I let her go to sleep in my bed, she's asleep in a matter of seconds. If I force her to go to bed in her own room, she'll think of a million reasons why she can't sleep. I know it won't go on forever and it will be a funny story to tell her boyfriend.
So I took her to school this morning, gave her a hug and saw the look of anxiety on her face as I said goodbye. And I'll keep taking her.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Alert the Media!
M has asked her Dad to take her to school tomorrow!
Seems like no big deal, right? Mr Rx took son D to school most days last year and I was allowed to hang our at home in my robe. Sheer bliss! That's what being a SAHM is all about!
This year, M has insisted that I take her to school every day. Which means a SHOWER by 7AM (or at the minimum, throwing on clothes, brushing my hair and putting concealer under my eyes - vain, I know. But have you seen the circles under my eyes??). But today, oh joy! M wants DAD to take her tomorrow! We'll see if it really happens or this is a big GOTCHA!
Seems like no big deal, right? Mr Rx took son D to school most days last year and I was allowed to hang our at home in my robe. Sheer bliss! That's what being a SAHM is all about!
This year, M has insisted that I take her to school every day. Which means a SHOWER by 7AM (or at the minimum, throwing on clothes, brushing my hair and putting concealer under my eyes - vain, I know. But have you seen the circles under my eyes??). But today, oh joy! M wants DAD to take her tomorrow! We'll see if it really happens or this is a big GOTCHA!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Chinese class
I started taking Chinese classes in September. Every Monday evening, I voluntarily have my poor, over-40 brain tortured.
It started off okay and I really enjoyed feeling like I was learning something. Ni Hao! (Hello!) Wo men shi xue sheng (We are students!).
Last week was probably the low point for me. I was sooo tired. I stayed up way too late, got paged in the middle of the night (which meant I got a crappy nights sleep) and was generally exhausted at class. And of course I was expected to carry on a conversation in Chinese. This would be taxing even under the best circumstances, but my brain was a blob of jello. It didn't help that she was asking Ta shi shei? (who is that?). Sadly, we just don't know each other's names in class, so we would all sit there like bumps on a log. I suggested nametags :-)
The next part of the lesson was reading and involved reading dialogue between students and teachers, and between teachers, between students (you get the picture). Then she would ask Ta Shi Li Fang? (Who is Li Fang?) Geez, I don't know the names of the real, live humans in my class - how am I supposed to keep track of pretend people?
I think it's been worthwhile. I probably won't be able to carry on a conversation, but I am starting to recognize some characters and I understand more about the language. Plus I get out of the house every Monday night leaving Mr Rx to put the kids to bed.
It started off okay and I really enjoyed feeling like I was learning something. Ni Hao! (Hello!) Wo men shi xue sheng (We are students!).
Last week was probably the low point for me. I was sooo tired. I stayed up way too late, got paged in the middle of the night (which meant I got a crappy nights sleep) and was generally exhausted at class. And of course I was expected to carry on a conversation in Chinese. This would be taxing even under the best circumstances, but my brain was a blob of jello. It didn't help that she was asking Ta shi shei? (who is that?). Sadly, we just don't know each other's names in class, so we would all sit there like bumps on a log. I suggested nametags :-)
The next part of the lesson was reading and involved reading dialogue between students and teachers, and between teachers, between students (you get the picture). Then she would ask Ta Shi Li Fang? (Who is Li Fang?) Geez, I don't know the names of the real, live humans in my class - how am I supposed to keep track of pretend people?
I think it's been worthwhile. I probably won't be able to carry on a conversation, but I am starting to recognize some characters and I understand more about the language. Plus I get out of the house every Monday night leaving Mr Rx to put the kids to bed.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Gravity
M and I were taking a bath together this morning and I notice her looking at my chest.
"Mom, why do your boobs hang down like that?" (JUST what one wants hear about first thing in the morning).
"Gravity", I say.
"OH, so if there wasn't any gravity, your boobies would be floating up touching your shoulders?"
Should I be impressed that a six year old understands the concept of gravity (she's a genius!) or be annoyed that she thinks my boobs are long and stretchy enough to touch my shoulders!
"Mom, why do your boobs hang down like that?" (JUST what one wants hear about first thing in the morning).
"Gravity", I say.
"OH, so if there wasn't any gravity, your boobies would be floating up touching your shoulders?"
Should I be impressed that a six year old understands the concept of gravity (she's a genius!) or be annoyed that she thinks my boobs are long and stretchy enough to touch my shoulders!
Friday, November 2, 2007
The "cabin"
You may have noticed in my last post, a reference to our "cabin". I use that word very loosely as "cabin" has certain connotations to people. You might be imagining a cozy log cabin with a charming fireplace. You might be envisioning rustic shades of red with moose and bear decor.
Unfortunately, dear readers, nothing could be farther from the truth. In real life, I call this dwelling "the shack". Because that is all it is. A shack on a creek in the woods. It is a dwelling that Mr Rx built himself with some help from his brother-in-law. It consists of a room downstairs and a loft upstairs with room for a bed. And a porch where we leave the wet shoes, bathing suits and towels that will never dry out in the godawful humidity. You must hide your bra at night or you wake up with a limp, moist, cold piece of fabric.
Mr Rx's rule for building the cabin was that the materials either had to be cheap or free. All the windows came from a friend who works at Pells windows. The pile of wood that will someday be the floor is recycled from a kitchen rehab. Someday it might look cool, but as of now, the upper half of the exterior is tar paper, waiting for some sort of finish. The interior is just studs. We climb to the loft via a metal ladder and the "railing" to keep your children from plummeting down on to the kitchen table is a rope.
Mr Rx and the kids do enjoy going there. They fish, swim and go for walk. Mr Rx drinks a lot of beer and plays the guitar. I read and try to forget that I'm there.
Unfortunately, dear readers, nothing could be farther from the truth. In real life, I call this dwelling "the shack". Because that is all it is. A shack on a creek in the woods. It is a dwelling that Mr Rx built himself with some help from his brother-in-law. It consists of a room downstairs and a loft upstairs with room for a bed. And a porch where we leave the wet shoes, bathing suits and towels that will never dry out in the godawful humidity. You must hide your bra at night or you wake up with a limp, moist, cold piece of fabric.
Mr Rx's rule for building the cabin was that the materials either had to be cheap or free. All the windows came from a friend who works at Pells windows. The pile of wood that will someday be the floor is recycled from a kitchen rehab. Someday it might look cool, but as of now, the upper half of the exterior is tar paper, waiting for some sort of finish. The interior is just studs. We climb to the loft via a metal ladder and the "railing" to keep your children from plummeting down on to the kitchen table is a rope.
Mr Rx and the kids do enjoy going there. They fish, swim and go for walk. Mr Rx drinks a lot of beer and plays the guitar. I read and try to forget that I'm there.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
NaBloPoMo
I don't know why-oh-why I did it, but I signed up for NaBloPoMo. That would be National Blog Posting Month. You're supposed to commit to write on your blog every day in the month of November. EVERY DAY! What was I thinking?! Surely I can see by checking my previous postings that I am not an every day kind of girl. Heck, I couldn't even take prenatal vitamins every day (which of course, explans my son's weird toes. That and the fact that I took a trip to wine country and got sloshed repeatedly before I knew I was pregnant).
But I'm going to give it my best effort.
And to start off the month, a kind of gross story. Mr. Rx the kids to our "cabin" last weekend while I was having a girl's weekend here at the house. Daughter M came home and reported that she has peed the bed at the "cabin"! Or more accurately, peed the sleeping bag. I found this incredulous because M is a camel. That child can hold her pee forever. You know how most people, the first thing they do every morning is make a trip to the bathroom. Not M. Maybe an hour or two later she'll go to the potty and then let loose a torrent that in usually associated only with cows and flat rocks. So I was skeptical whether this incident really occured.
But then I found the sleeping bag in the basement spread out over a couple of chairs, as if to dry. I got around to asking Mr. Rx, did M really pee the bed??
He said: Well, her pants were a little wet, but I don't know if the sleeping bag got wet. I was thinking you could smell it and see what you thought.
Yes, my husband wants me to sniff the sleeping bag and see if I smell pee.
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