I spend a lot of time (as I’m sure most of you do) trying to find the fine line
The line between over parenting and lazy parenting
The line between being overbearing and timid
The line between being forward and shy
The line between hyper and exhausted
The line between obsessed and curious
The line…well you get it.
Often when I know I’m teetering one way or the other I find myself in a bubble of non-decision. I decide to be neither but I don’t really find the line. I just ignore the line. We’re all a work in progress. I feel like if I knew where other people were on the line, I’d be able to make my decisions. But then I have to decide to ask them or wait for things play out. And that’s a whole ‘nother line.
J is often grouchy in the morning. He wasn’t feeling great last night or this morning so we stayed home from church. Now he is doing a little better. He came to lay down with me and said, “can you set your phone timer for five minutes? ” why? “cause that’s the amount of time I’m going to snuggle with you before I go to eat breakfast. ”
Parenting tip: I know he really isn’t feeling well when I say, “okay we’ll stay home but no electronics. ” and he agrees. Works for those times when the symptoms aren’t visible or measurable.
In desert terms, it has finally cooled off here. Ya know less than 90 degrees and a breeze. Makes for great hammock reading weather.
My need to swim is more intense than my need to be warm tonight. I am going to take that as a sign to get off the couch and face the chilly (well 78 degree) pool. I know that within a week or two it will be down to the low 70s and intolerable. So I’m off to crank up the ipod and dive in. Time to swim off the bad decisions I made in food and other stuff this week. Resetting for next week.
Totally worth the initial cold shock. Also my official lifeguard was literally thrilled when she saw me grab my suit off the drying hook. Started dancing around. She couldn’t wait to get out and run laps poolside. And by this post you know she kept me from drowning.
Since today is my day off we decided to head out for an adventure. First stop was one of our favorite spots in Tucson. The Arizona Sonora Desert Museum. This is a place where static museum displays meets live animal habitats. Lots of walking outside with indoor exhibits scattered about.
We walked for a couple of hours. One of the coolest views was the bobcat who had just caught a squirrel. He was walking around the exhibit with it hanging from his mouth. J explained to us “he is looking for a place to cache it. It can stay good for a couple of days if buried in the cool earth. ” too bad there was no place to dig in the exhibit.
After the desert museum we drove back towards home and stopped at the International Wildlife Museum. Or as locals call it, the dead animal museum. Thankfully many of the exhibits are really paper mache and not taxedermy. J loves this museum best of all. I think it is because very little changes from visit to visit. He knows where to find his favorite animals and he never has to worry about them sleeping out of sight or being off exhibit.
We had a great first half of the day together. They have plans without me this afternoon. My plans are to enjoy the quiet.
Overheard during the wrestling of J and Little J:
Even a small fry like me can beat a hamburger body like you!
I had to ask where that was from…he says he made it up.
Yesterday J asked me out of the blue, “Mom, what is testosterone?”
Immediately I’m thinking, “uh oh.” I have no idea where this is going. I have no idea how much he already knows and what answer he is looking for. So I decide to start small. “It is a hormone that most everyone has. Usually boys have more than girls.”
At that point he interrupts me, “The bull shark has more testosterone than any other animal on earth including the elephant.”
Whew! Crisis adverted. I am so not ready for these conversations with boys.
Little J is prone to hyperbole.
From last week:
Mom, I’m the only one who doesn’t have fuzzy socks, well me and my brother don’t have them.
Little J, that means in a family of 3, I’m the only one that DOES have them so that doesn’t make sense.
What kind of cents? Dimes, nickles, quarters?
Mom, all but 2 dogs are in my bed.
Dude, we only have 3 dogs.
It would seem that in his world, 1 out of 3 is a a lot, nearly all, most, etc.
Sorry about 2 posts in a day. However, tonight’s conversation made me think that maybe we need to work on some math over the fall break.
The advantage to my kids being in a district that starts school in July is that we get a 3 week fall break. This way the kids are in school during the super hot months and have a break when the weather is tolerable. I still have to work over the next few weeks and the kids each have a project to do for school but for the most part our evenings and my days off will be relaxing and fun. We’re probably going to do some in town field trips on Wednesdays so if you want to join us, let me know. Thankfully J finished the quarter on a high note and won’t be in trouble to start the break.
Yesterday I participated in the Shyann Tri for Acts of Kindness. Like I said in the previous post, I was only there to be the swimming leg of a 2 person relay. At times I felt a little like an impostor because all I had to do was a 300 yard swim. Everyone else in our group (including my relay partner) spent a couple hours doing 13+ miles on a bike and running a 5K. But then I remember this:
My relay partner needed me so that she could do her thing too. One of my friends who participated had her husband there and he graciously acted as the group’s photographer. Here are some of my favorites from the day.
Pre-race group photo. 6am
They made us have our ages marked on our calves.
Trading the goggles for glasses. The transition jog from the pool to the bike race. My relay partner getting ready to do her part.
After the finish line around 10 am.
End of the day with my partner. It was a great experience for both of us.