Encouraging you, or scaring you, Shir?
Neither. I used to associate childhood with unhappiness, almost to a Dickens' level of unhappiness. You know, like most people associate high school with hell.
Your children change my mind about it. Now I think about childhood in an Angel level of true happiness.
He summed it up with " I will NOT have a good day."
I'm going to be thinking that today everytime someone tells me to have a good one. Solidarity with Mac!
Has he read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?
Best.Book.Ever.
He has read the book, but he thinks I am making some commentary with it. He absolutely refuses to read it if he is or has had a bad day.
I am pretty sure that by the time I pick him up he will be ina fine mood, but I am also pretty sure that he will have acted up in class at school.
Now I think about childhood in an Angel level of true happiness.
They are brutal hard work, but so much fun!
Matilda is out in the living room now shouting eagerly at hockey players on TV ("WHADIDAT!") and earlier this morning, when I came back into the bedroom from taking a shower, she was cuddled up in bed with David and her teddy bear, and she and David were making bear-claw hands and whispering,
"raaar!"
very softly into each other's ears.
I'm right there with Mac. Also, it can't be Friday soon enough. It really, really can't.
They are brutal hard work, but so much fun!
Childhood, not children.
Having children of my own, right now, is an abstract idea. Like the horizon after the next horizon that's after the next horizon.
In addition to jet-packs and flying cars, another thing I expected to have as an adult is the office cocktail bar. Remember all those movies and tv shows from the '60s where businessmen had mini-cocktail bars in their offices? I guess the idea goes back a ways....
Desk/cocktail bar from 1947
This executive party desk from the Jan, 1947 ish of Popular Science has all the standard desk stuff on one side, and complete cocktail bar on the other:
THE makers of this postwar “dream desk” imply that it began as a designers’ joke, but its reception at a Chicago exhibit has brought it into actual, though limited, production. All set for work or play, as the drawings indicate, it is made by the Gunn Furniture Co., of Grand Rapids. The price: “Well into four figures.”
Yay for the Phoenix landing!
So we went to a b-day party on Sunday and the dad there actually worked on the shuttle. I'm not sure what he did, but it involved working inside the cockpit simulator working out bugs so the missions would go smoothly. Whoa. Isaac was SO INTO IT, hanging on his words. He described it as his "dream job" and said it was hard, but he ultimately decided not to go through the astronaut training because he didn't want to leave his family for months at a time, but his good friend is right now on a 5 month or so long mission in space.
Best.Book.Ever.
When I'm having a bad day, I often think "Some days are like that, even in Australia."