My mind is a jumble of thoughts right now and all on unrelated topics. While I want to write separate posts on each of them, I believe they would all get buried in the blog post chasm of my brain. Instead, I expose you to my literary heave:
-Sleep, interrupted: Five and Q. are on an early wake-up streak. For the past two weeks they are out of bed by 6 am regardless of when they went to sleep. It saps my energy and feeble brainpower by 8am and makes for one cranky mama. Anyone else with this conundrum?
-No coloring: Five hates the one activity kindergartners spend the most time doing: coloring worksheets. "It's boring," he says with a sigh when we review his classwork. I am reminded of my kindergarten self and how I despised coloring within the lines. He's so much like his mama. And I'm having a difficult time convincing myself that he needs to like coloring. Yes, it's good practice for his fine motor skills. Yes, he needs to follow instructions. But no, I can't make him color within the lines.
-Diving in: My husband asked me what made me nervous about taking swimming lessons. Beyond the deep end, I told him in all honesty that a cute, male swim instructor would cause me to revert to my 12-year-old geeky self with a crush on my brother's best friends. My old instructor moved to New York over Thanksgiving -- and I met my new trainer this morning. He's a cool, surfer/big brother cute, not water polo cute -- and he worked me over. My session today left me breathless and aching but with an endorphin high. Dig it.
-Bad reads: I recently read Confessions of a Prep School Mommy Handler by Wade Rouse. It's a memoir of his life as running PR for a high-end private school on the East Coast. One word: painful. It's very similar to the The Nanny Diaries in that the protagonist is treated like dirt from the so-called villain, yet this person continues to allow himself to be emotionally beaten to a pulp. You don't pull for this character to get the hell out of dodge. You pity him for being spineless. And when you remind yourself that this is a memoir, you feel even worse. Not my kind of book. But if you want it, let me know. The first person who leaves a comment with a request for it can have it!
-Good reads: I also just finished reading the galley proof of Rock Star Mommy: My Life as A Rocker Mom by Judy Davids, the lead guitarist of the mom rock group The Mydols. A bunch of moms with no instrument experience whatsoever form a band and kick some serious boo-tay in Detroit. I can't say more about the book because it's not out yet, but I will admit that it got me very fired up about attending Ladies Rock Camp next spring. I'm ready to shred. And no, you can't have the galley proof.
-Confessions: It's a known fact that the crazedparent house does not own a television, but that we watch DVDs on occasion. I used to be a big fan of the soap opera, General Hospital. It's really easy to keep up with this soap with online updates of daily episodes. One day I came across a You Tube member who posts daily with entire episodes. (Why was I looking on You Tube for GH episodes? Why else -- to see a little snippet of Dr. Noah Drake.) And now, each night I watch the first and last ten minutes of General Hospital. I feel slightly dirty about this habit. But seriously, when are Jason and Elizabeth going to just play house? And is Coop the strangler? Or is it sleazy Logan?
I feel much better now that I've purged with words.
Happy Friday!





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