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September 23, 2008For those of you not living in New Jersey or regularly checking the Star-Ledger's site, I was featured today in the paper and the Star-Ledger's Parental Guidance blog. I can't think of a single complaint about this interview, which is unusual for me. I wasn't renamed Alice Brady, and the writer actually made me sound like an intelligent, reasonable being, neither bitter nor narcissistic. I'm not sure how she accomplished this, but I won't question her methods. Thanks, Carrie!
And now I suppose I should prove myself worthy of her kind words by, uh, writing something, or whatever. Hrrrm.
As some of you know, my son is currently enrolled in half-day kindergarten, which is (I'm trying to phrase this delicately) kicking my ass all over town. Half-day translates to two hours and fifty minutes, and factoring in the time it takes to walk him there and back and then answer a few calls and maybe make some lunch for myself before I keel over, I'm left with exactly three minutes to write. (Don't double-check that math.) In general my son is an easygoing sort, the type of kid who can be left alone for hours while he builds deadly Lego constructions, so I thought our mornings would be full of him playing while I, you know, channeled the Muse. But lately he wants quality time. With me. And you've seen those eyes; how can I say no to those? Even if his eyes were squinty and not particularly disarming, how can I turn away my baby when he requests a little face-time? I cannot. And so I have been listening to story after endless story, stories I can't really follow involving superheroes and Star Wars characters involved in multi-tiered conflagrations, and my brain, it is crammed full of five-year-old chatter. Inventive chatter, to be sure, but chatter. General Grievous! Trans-warp systems! Alien nanotechnology! Etc. So now I can no longer put sentences together in a way that sense they make good. Soon, though, the child will tire of me and let me get some work done. And then, crap, I'll have no excuse.
Reader Comments (42)
Our seven-month-old even has a Yoda costume for Halloween.
I long for the day when my kids think I'm too dorky and uncool to play with.
Oh SURE, the Star-Ledger readers get a special welcome; a bunch of Johnny Come Latelies, reading ONLY because you're a well-known hottie mommy (mottie) blogger, while us regulars get the occasional, lackadaisical scrap from your table of profundity.
Just so you know, it hurts. But not really, unless of course your guilty conscience prompts you to give me treats.
EschewedlyJoe
I can't think through a GROCERY LIST with my kids in the same room. No way I could get work done.
Half-day kindergarten is a disappointment for me as well. We either have full days every other day or half days everyday. I opted for the half days because it's the only option of you want French Immersion.
And as I am also a New Jersey mother of a 5-year-old half-day kindergarten boy, I can relate. I have an 8-year-old son, too, and as much as I hate to tell you this, I will anyway: if you thought he could be such a teenager at five, just wait until you see what eight looks like. I'm just sayin'...