Things have just been busy. I’d like to write more, but I just don’t seem to find the time anymore (Damn you Google Reader!). So, in an effort to throw some sort of update on here, I’m giving myself 15 minutes to get down what I can, then it’s back to work.
We put our old dog down on Saturday. We all cried a lot and it was really sad. She was such a good dog, we had neighbors coming over to say good bye as well as our kids friends. The other dogs are having a tough go of it, without Sierra. Our youngest one, the Aussie, doesn’t want to come upstairs at night, as he always used to wait until Sierra did. There are other little things that he’s doing differently now, that he wasn’t just a few days ago. As I’m walking the dogs in the morning, I can’t help but to think of when I’d walk the same paths with Sierra not too long ago. It’s sad, but as always, we’ll move on.
My kids are trying to drive me nuts. Our oldest one, who’s matured greatly at school this year, can still piss the shit out of me when she wants to. Something came up where we wanted her to do something, and for all of her supposed maturity, she fell back into the same defensive posturing that she has always done. One thing at a time, I guess.
Our son, who’ll be going off to school next year, has taken over the role of most aggravating child, most recently held by our oldest one last year, at this same time. Every day it seems to be one more thing that we’ve got to battle about. And every day it seems he comes downstairs and says something along the line of “I’ve always wanted to do this and now since I’m 18, I was thinking of….”
We try to be really tolerant parents. I’ve never been one to take the stance of “While you’re living under my house…”. But, the other night, when he came down and said “I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo and now that I’m 18…” I came this close (hold your fingers about ¼ inch apart) from blowing a gasket. Fucking kids. It really is so much easier when you can just change their diapers and jam a bottle in their mouths to shut them up.
I’m sure, with the clarity of hindsight, that there was no way that I was this much of a pain in the ass the spring of my senior year of high school. Just no way. I was perfect and (so she says) was my wife at this time of our lives. Apparently, outside of the house, everyone thinks our kids are as well. Is it so much to ask that they try to share a little of that perfection inside our house? And, while they are at it, pick up their dirty dishes?
One minute left. So, on Thursday, September 2nd, Rush is coming to the NY State fair. My wife laughed at me when I asked her if she wanted to go. She said “I’m sure you’ll find someone to go with you”. That being said, anyone interested?
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