March 14, 2005

this is sooooo haaaard!

Okay, I’ll admit it: I read the NY Times article on parenting blogs, and then read the actual blogs, and thought, hey I can do that! These folks are just writing about their days, right? How hard can it be?

Hard. Very hard.

Here is my approach to blogging: while I am mangling through the jungle of my day, I think about the millions of funny, thought-provoking things I will write about AS SOON AS THE KIDS ARE ASLEEP, like how Charlie has worn his bicycle helmet everywhere for two days or how the new Judith Warner book makes me weepy every time I start to read. And then everyone goes to sleep, and I sit in front of the computer with my pile of Hershy kisses and my tea, and all I can think is, oh, shit, I really should balance the checkbook.

And I find that I have nothing funny or thought-provoking to say.

Today, especially, I’ve got nothing. Today is Day Three of Spring Break (Henry’s last day of school was Wednesday, of LAST week; Charlie finally returned to school on Thursday, which of course was HIS last day until next Monday) and we are pretty much out of stuff to do. Yep. We’ve been reduced to watching TV and then looking on the internet to see what else is on TV.

This morning (after ninetyminutes of Playhouse Disney, which gave me time to unload and reload the dishwasher and make the beds, but NOT time to look at the newspaper or my e-mail) we thought we would do something fun: go to the cleaners, get a snack, go to the grocery. Okay, not all fun, but not too terrible, and at least AWAY FROM THE TV. And then as soon as we got to Panera, Henry had a little bit of a breakdown (if you can call screaming, You are not my mommy! at the top of his lungs a little breakdown) and so we had to come home. The best part was that all the way to the car and most of the way home he kept insisting, You won! We’re not having snack because you won! I tried to make him understand that going home, snackless and groceryless, was so not a win for me, but he just didn’t get it.* And that was at 9:15. In the morning. It’s been a long long day.

So now the boys are sleeping and I’m sitting here thinking, is this the most entertaining thing I have to write about? Yes, yes it is. This is all I’ve got today. Sorry.

I need to balance my checkbook.

*I probably should write about Henry’s baffling new insistence on winning, particularly since he talks about winning in completely inappropriate contexts (I have to wear these sweatpants to school or I don’t win! that sort of thing). But as it is also part of his irritating insistence that he can do ANYTHING (today he asserted that he could run a 10K, and then started to cry when I wouldn’t agree to register him for an upcoming local race), I’m not really sure what to say about it. I’m sure I will think of something funny and thought-provoking while I’m balancing the checkbook, though.

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