yesterday the duke had that weird growing from the roof of his mouth tooth removed (he wasn't scared in the least and did so well!) ...but that sucker was an inch long!...and cylindrical!...i'm sorry, but that is so creepy...he left it by the computer after he got home and when i went in i looked down and saw it and shouted "come get your creepy tooth!"...he of course thinks it's cool...
anyhow he puts the creepy tooth under his pillow at bedtime and it ends up he got FIVE bucks for it!...it's a lot because the deal is is that if you have to have a tooth taken out it's worth more...
somebody thought he should get TEN but since that person didn't get up to actually get the money and stick it under the pillow and deal with the creepy tooth, FIVE it was...
ten dollars...that is just so wrong...
and thursday finally wingman goes in for the first of his series of oral sedations...i am less stressed and more optimistic than i was when this all came up, but catch me on thursday morning because it might all be different...
i am involved in a painting project that reminds me why i dislike painting and brings up once again the tired old question as to why we bought a hundred year old house...
the duke and wingman both start baseball this week...and lucky me they have practice at exactly the same time on exactly the same day in two very separate towns...
they, of course, are beyond excited...i, of course, will finally be purchasing that flask...
it's funny because i really never thought about the fact that they are boys and boys like sports which of course is a total gender generalization but in this case it's true...they were just my little baby boys...i just fed them and took care of them and played with them...all the while having no. clue. what i was in for...
and now i am the mother of sons who LOVE sports and cannot be seen without a ball cap plastered to their heads...a cup and an athletic supporter have been purchased...and those polyester short pants...all of which symbolize all that i *thought* wasn't who *i* was...but when you have kids it's soooooooooooo not about you...it's about the life you craft to sustain your children...and sometimes that life looks a whole lot different than it did when you first started out...
it's best not to take stock in situations like this because then you see what's really going on...two sports fanatic boys and all that that entails...membership to costco...home depot on the weekend...weight gain in my mid thirties...socializing with other parents on the sidelines...it's like i'm a regular american and i have no idea how it happened...
i guess i always thought of myself as some sort of exotic creature who was above all things "normal" and "american"...
HA!
i come from central california, went to the same high school as my father, had the same college english instructor as my mother, and haven't even ever left the country!...
well, okay i've been to mexico but that's only because i lived on the border and wanted to get my tooth fixed for cheap and have even cheaper drinks...and after the business of that last crossing i'm pretty sure i don't want to go back...shudder...if they would even have me...
good lord i think i'm creeping closer and closer to being really really normal...blending in even...
if i get a bob and start quoting oprah just shoot me on the spot...
and now just to assure you that *normal* doesn't reign 24/7 (yet) i bring you a replay of a conversation the lord of the ring and i had not too long ago...
"hey papa, when you're done can you play some catch?"
"sure, hey maybe we can hit the ball around too and practice batting"
exit the son and enter the wife who is grumpy about something and thinks being sarcastic is amusing when it rarely is in any situation and actually her overuse of it should really be addressed in therapy but never will because said wife has her own opinions on therapy
"wow, you're really going for father of the year aren't you?"
to which the husband replies jokingly in his typical water off the duck's back jovial manner which he maintains much more of the time than a man in his situation really should be able to
"just trying to give them the childhood i never had"
"oh, you're doing that too?...because that's what i'm doing...wow, they are so screwed"
x.
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