Ugh, okay, my entire post basically boils down to "parenting is hard" which may be true, but I should probably shut up about it. Complaining isn't helping.

When Molly Ringwald was on This American Life talking about parenting, she said she doesn't fight about homework with her daughter anymore.... because she stopped dealing with her daughter's homework, and turned it over to her husband.

I have been having massive guilt about saddling Mac with just a single parent and one who is shite with patience, but you know internalized guilt will be what I work on in therapy when he goes to college or moves out. I can only feel so bad each day. Shoving stuff away until later seems like the good repressed historically Protestant thing to do.

"That's why we don't have kids," he said. "Because I don't want to visit you in jail on Sundays."

I love you two so much.

I have decided that I'll do my best to work only one way on the shuttle, probably in the AM. On my way home, I will watch something, listen to a podcast, or read a book

Good! I am in favor of only working while actually at work, but I know that's not realistic for everyone (even me, really).

Emotional support through, um, no actual physical contact but virtual light physical contact is intended, Burrell. i think going with what doesn't kill your soul and make your kids miserable is good, and if that means they don't get the bets posssible grades or learn absolutely everything, that is okay.

But I am not a parent.

I was actually coming in here to wonder if it was too late for tea. I think it might be, more because my day is over in half an hour and I don't know how fast I can drink a cup of tea at this point than caffeine or whatever. But I am bummed to have not had my tea today.

Also, I am ridiculous for throwing away the hot dog buns that came with my lunch but eating the nachos AND doritos. But apparently that is how I roll.

Timelies all!

So this is what I have to look forward to, huh? ::starts panicking::

My twins are in kindergarten this year, and they already have homework. It's quite a change from the child-centered explore-your-world hippy preschool they attended.

We're a little embarrassed about their school because there are two elementary schools closer to our house, but the school districts are Gerrymandered so that neighborhoods of faculty, graduate students, and professional staff end up together, in our case nearly three times the distance from the closest school. I admit it, though, I haven't been vocal about the injustice since my kids were born.

Hence, the kindergarten homework.

Ugh, meetings started at 7, basically just ended now. This is punishment for those days I slack off. At least I could work from home today.

I have been having massive guilt about saddling Mac with just a single parent and one who is shite with patience,

Aw, msbelle. Mac is incredibly lucky to have a mom like you. Nobody said you had to be a saint to love him, or be a good mother to him. Anyway, I think "short on patience" describes everyone dealing with a whiny recalcitrant teenager, saint or not.

What Zen said.

Oh, right, I have wine to pick up. That'll be nice.