SSDD
6am – Wake up. Smile at quiet, clean house.
6:15am – Post blog. Read "good morning" messages and some hate mail. Smile again. Tampa rocks.
6:45am – Wake boys with hugs and kisses.
7am – Announce immediate destruction of Nintendo DS Systems if certain children don’t learn to move in the morning. No more smiles.
7:15am – Leave for school. Fight New Tampa traffic. Colorado doesn't sound so bad.
8am – Finally make it to work after spending 45 minutes going two blocks. Look around prison…I mean, school…and feel more alone among 1800+ people than earlier with just two little kids.
9am - Exchange emails with former colleagues at Superior High School and feel the love. I heart Tampa.
9:15am – Read favorite sites and eat a granola bar.
10am – Read favorite paper and grow disgusted at conservative antics. Throw up granola bar.
10:45am – Talk to Husband. Plan reunion fantasies and search online for new home in Colorado Springs.
11:30am – Comment on a blog or two - spreadin' some love. Gonna grow old here. Perhaps Husband can commute?
11:45am – Roll eyes and send silent hex to Mr. C and Bob and their legion of conservative supporters. Then secretly blow a kiss.
Noon – Feel frustrated at lack of progress regarding local job search. Tampa doesn’t deserve us. Good riddance.
1pm –Help students discover themselves. Life is good.
3pm – Pick up kids and bond with teachers who think they are brilliant little boys. Will live here forever.
3:30pm – Fight New Tampa traffic while talking to Becky about western politics. Feel blood pressure rise. Does conservative Colorado need me?
4pm – Get home. Plan a few Democratic events, talk to local activists about issues, and answer emails from people who love me. Feel all warm and fuzzy and secretly hate Husband for liking Colorado Springs.
4:30pm – Watch children play while talking with neighbors in a safe and close-knit community. Loving life.
5:15pm – Help with homework, then talk with Husband and pretend to be self-sufficient Super Woman. Fool no one.
6pm – Eat dinner and tell kids to sit still 65 times.
7pm –Tuck in children with hugs and kisses. Turn on news and yell about Republican hijinks. Call siblings and parents. Everyone is supportive no matter what. Damn them.
7:30pm – Clean and meditate and clean some more.
8pm – Write and exercise and write some more.
9pm - Walk through quiet little house filled with happy memories and pick place in back yard to bury my ashes someday. Never leaving.
10pm – Go to bed a bit dizzy from riding rollercoasters all day. Fall asleep.
That's right. I refrained from mentioning the Magic Banana.
You're welcome.
posted by kate @ 6:10 AM
5 comments
5 Comments:
Why are you always getting hate mail? I never get any hate mail.
Wow, I thought I was the only one who had days like that....well, minus kids, Colorado, news, the sitting still.....well, basically almost all of it, but I can sooooooo relate.
The differences between the sexes is stunning to me (no, I'm not making a value judgment so please put down your weapons!)
My wife, like you, rides the emotional roller coaster from time to time. Some days are more up than down, and visa versa.
Me, I'm usually like ship cutting through the waves, steady, certain......boring.
I think what amazes me the most about men and women is how the chemicals which run through our veins (testosterone and estrogen) affect the way that we see the world, the way we respond to life.
On many levels my wife’s diversity of thought electrifies me; she is the force behind my movement, the heart which motivates my mind. She helps me to think outside of my, sometimes myopic, box.
I know that without my wife I would probably wash my hands less and take my meals over the kitchen sink, but her contribution is more than just peripheral.
Women help men, force men, to think with our hearts and mind. To break the mold of mediocrity. It's a necessary equilibrium. Your boys are fortunate.
I also have a son; I take delight in this saying, "Men are what their mothers made them" - Ralph Waldo Emerson. My son is fortunate too.
Sorry if I'm off topic, but your post reminds me of how important my wife is to her boys (my son and I). Thanks, and try not to worry too much, it doesn't pay in the end.
Are you disappointed that you don't get hate mail - or relieved?
Nothing serious so far - just haters who attack my politics and/or parenting style with bogus email accounts. Really - they just envy my relationship with you. Doesn't everyone?
And I don't get them every day - just feels like it sometimes.
Addison - I'm all *giggly* over you being able to relate to me.
;-) Here's hoping it catches on - I so hope to become this century's Liza.
Van - You should write for the greeeting card industry. (Yes, that's a compliment.)
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