wingman has embraced his adolescence with fervor...and the fact that he's only four makes it all the more grim...
he was so serene, so cheerful, so easy when he was born...well, after the manner in which the duke was born and took to his infancy and toddler years i could have given birth to danny bonaduce and been tha-RILLED!...
anyhow, lately wingman has been carrying around a remote panel with all my buttons listed...where he got this, i don't know (likely his brother made it for him)...but he has the buttons accurately labeled and ordered and just wallows in pure unadulterated joy at pushing them...
(insert wingman's evil laugh here)
and damned it if he doesn't get the exact reaction he's looking for...every. single. time.
i could go into examples but i am quite certain even the recounting of them would only push me farther over the edge...plus, as YOU don't have to live with him YOU would think it was funny and charming and cute!...because EVERYONE thinks he's funny and charming and cute!...he's like bill murray in what about bob and i'm richard dreyfuss!!!...and have i mentioned how much my boys LOVE that movie and how i USED to enjoy it and make fun of stoveman for getting all irritated at it and HATING it everytime the boys made him watch it UNTIL now when NOW I GET IT!! because not only has stoveman raised kids he's raised teenagers so he KNOWS! and as usual he's RIGHT!!!...because one man's charming and cute is another man's saddam hussein...
oh, and the use of "whatever" has GOT to go...it is not a clever response and moreover it is a lazy tired-ass response...at least if he's going to dismiss me he's simply got to be more creative than that...
i am trying...i am...i am practicing restraint and patience and understanding...i am also practicing resisting the urge to put him down at the end of the driveway with a FREE sign...or depositing him in the non-perishable donation bin at the grocery store...
just drop off the key lee and set yourself free...
he is just so smart and so cute and so lovable...he is...and i do, i just love that boy to death...but sometimes he makes me want to drink the kool-aid and call it a day...
i know this will pass...everything does...problem is, something else always comes along...and when it comes to raising kids, god or whoever it is doesn't close a door to open a window for nothin'...it's a test to see if you push your kid out or jump yourself...
HEY KOOL-AID!
and now we move along to today's $1 menu tao...
reflection
moon above water.
sit in solitude.
now this is beautiful...it reminds me of backpacking...that stillness that comes after dinner and before sleep...and as i have just started doing a meditative yoga pose for depression (once again, the tao knows!...it KNOWS y'all!) this is timely indeed...
incidentally, i haven't been doing the pose for long so i can't say if it's working the way it *should* as i am too busy obsessing on the pain in my knees and shoulders to actually pay attention to my depression...
which just goes to show no matter what you believe god or whoever it is does work in mysterious ways...
x.
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