52 Reasons: [Why] Are we [not] there yet [enough]
We have the parenting workshop at my house. We have our gaps in consistency. My cousin swears consistency is critical in parenting. I fear that constantly. The lack of shared minds, the differences in opinion the discord. Parenting the Thelonious Monk way! That's us.
I get mad sometimes. Really really really mad. I don't actually carry on about it, I mean that is what I have a blog for. So blog, I got really really really mad today. It was the same thing, a virulent shame. Angry, angry that I just cannot enunciate. I can't get it out, failure to elocute to simple tasks of family harmony. I have this image in my head of an superlative route from moment A to departure by X AM not to keep others waiting, with grace and ease and no peskiness, out the door laden with healthy foods, a perfect balance of nose-rags, spare underwear and a smile.
But that image NEVER materializes. NEVER.
We rush. I race. I blurt and the 3 perfect steps in my head are said but not heard. They are messed up in my 4 addendums and every other failing of the parenting workshop.
And that, my friends, slays me. White hot mad, ready to pin down and howl at a kid or pull my spouse's earlobes down to his fuzzy ass crack is the 'why don't you understand me!!!! Get this.' Mind the gap! I just bet if I didn't have a vision of how small the distance from here to perfect was life could be a hell of a lot more tranquil.
And then there are good blog posts.
Smiles everyone, smiles!
I get mad sometimes. Really really really mad. I don't actually carry on about it, I mean that is what I have a blog for. So blog, I got really really really mad today. It was the same thing, a virulent shame. Angry, angry that I just cannot enunciate. I can't get it out, failure to elocute to simple tasks of family harmony. I have this image in my head of an superlative route from moment A to departure by X AM not to keep others waiting, with grace and ease and no peskiness, out the door laden with healthy foods, a perfect balance of nose-rags, spare underwear and a smile.
But that image NEVER materializes. NEVER.
We rush. I race. I blurt and the 3 perfect steps in my head are said but not heard. They are messed up in my 4 addendums and every other failing of the parenting workshop.
And that, my friends, slays me. White hot mad, ready to pin down and howl at a kid or pull my spouse's earlobes down to his fuzzy ass crack is the 'why don't you understand me!!!! Get this.' Mind the gap! I just bet if I didn't have a vision of how small the distance from here to perfect was life could be a hell of a lot more tranquil.
And then there are good blog posts.
Smiles everyone, smiles!
posted by mo-wo at 8:21 p.m.
3 Comments:
I JUST was e-communicating (Twitter/email combo) with Subspace about my lack of parenting consistency. I have a BEAUTIFUL theoretical framework for parenting. Unfortunately, my practice and theory do not always line up.
Here's my solution. Never leave the house. You think I'm kidding, don't you? Well, I'm not. Well, just a smidge.
But I have the luxury of calling it a day at 8:25 if we are all in crap moods, and I recognize how much harder your lifestyle is than what I have up here, in the woods, with the kids, and the bears, and the moonshine. That later one helps. A lot.
...have you ever just said, "P-man I am going to pull your earlobes down to your fuzzy ass crack if you don't XYZ!" Because I think that would be awesome.
Oh but the thought of mornings like this...so well, I remember the anger from last year. so well. my sympathies.
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