I have been traveling and using my handy dandy iPad to keep in touch with the “real” world. However, every time I tried to post, the Word Press app wouldn’t behave. After a few days aggravation, I walked away to return at a more calmer time. Mainly to prevent me from seeing just how high and far my iPad could travel.
I believe this is now the 6th update it has had in a matter of weeks. And I am just as lost as I was the first time!
Thankfully, I still journal and therefore all my adventures are documented and I can easily share them with the world at large. I know what you are thinking – the entire world has been waiting for my fingers to fly across the keyboard once again. Yeah, well, I am not quite sure of that one. The world probably was just as happy when I didn’t share my inner thoughts.
I am going to give this a chance – just as I had in the past with the other updates and what-nots. I might not be “old” but sometimes when they update these electronics, it makes my head spin!
Here’s to a fabulous Fall Season! And a more regularly updated blog!!
(It would be nice if I could link other blogs to this like we can on the actual website…just a thought!)
And just when I thought this latest one would work – it deleted my post!!! Ha!!
I may not understand my children 100% of the time, but what parent really does? Surely not me.
Having three of them hasn’t helped me. They are still like aliens to me at times. For instance, we were sitting in the truck, waiting for someone, when my teenage son blurts out “do you realize that teens and babies are similar?” I couldn’t help but think to myself where is this conversation going, but as the good mother that I am, I asked for clarification. Matt explains “all babies and teens so is whine, sleep, and complain.” As a mother, it makes me oh so happy to think that my brilliant NASA-leveled intellect of a son had an epiphany about babies and teenagers. Great.
Matt went on to ask which would I rather have, being that I am not a baby person. I reassured him that I will take teenagers over babies for two reasons: 1) teens can relieve themselves without any input or direction from me and 2) they are able to speak about what is bothering them – and if I desire, I can choose to not listen to them while doing so without the baggage of guilt.
Though I am not sure if he appreciated my honest answer – the whole ignoring the child part might have turned him off – but he followed up with asking “how did you ever survive having three children?” As if I would admit to being in the fetal position, with a pillow covering my head, while repeating “make it stop! make it stop!” In truth, it all goes to the credit of my husband and his crazy, insane shifts, allowing him to take care of the babies during the night so I can sleep blissfully unaware. (And no, I did not ignore my children as babies or toddlers. I was very much involved in their development and daily activities.)
What possesses a teen to compare himself to babies? Anyone have an answer for me? I wonder if it had anything to do with shopping at Walmart earlier and having to witness a full-blown toddler tantrum.
At any age, they all look sweet while asleep…