I've decided that the surest way to get the stuffing pummeled out of a kid is to put that child's mortal enemy in time out.
Monthly Archives: July 2009
Have you ever found yourself paralyzed? Like no matter what you do, it will always be the wrong thing? And is your frustration exponential when you consider that you've been in this exact place a thousand times before?
The cereal box sports a coupon for three dollars off the DVD "Marley & Me". The dog from the movie is pictured, along with a bright red leash coiled around a copy of the DVD.
Makes me think twice. Take a little less for granted. I feel blessed, far beyond what I have labored for. My soul sways in wonder at the lengths God has stretched to bless me, all my life. I asked M the other night–what have we done to deserve this? We are proud and stubborn and downright stupid sometimes. And still here we are, still firmly us.
A little over a year ago a woman showed up at my door looking for childcare. She was pushing her baby in one of those little collapsible strollers that sell for $9.99 at your local Wal-mart.
It wasn't until after I agreed to watch the kid that I realized she had no other form of transportation. She walked four or five miles to my house, dropped off her son, walked four or five miles to work, stood on her feet in the kitchen of an overheated little drive-thru for eight hours, then walked back up to my place. No gentle grade, Division Street. You make good use of your brakes on that hill.
Moses Lake is not an urban center serviced by reliable public transportation–you've got to get around on your own steam. Summer temperatures soar into the triple digits and there is precious little shade on the streets. Winters are cold and dark long before a fry-cook gets off work. There was no way I was letting what I soon came to think of as "my" baby suffer that walk home at night.
My oldest son is molting. Peeling off pieces of skin the size of my hand.