Lifeblogging.
Jan. 27th, 2010 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI haven't been lifeblogging enough. Consider this a dump.
It was kinda a nice day. I spent three hours working for a client, and another two working for another. I'm not making nearly what I should be, but at this point any income feels better than none. Did the customary hour of job searching, that's no fun, and had an interview that sounded promising.
Yamaraashi-chan had her first day of basketball practice today. Yay, my kid's doing sports. I power-washed the back porch on Monday and we shot hoops in the backyard for the past couple of days, but now she's trying out for her school's basketball team so she's staying at school. She gets home two hours later, way late as far as I'm concerned, and stuffing dinner into the schedule between her basketball and Kouryou-chan's ballet classes is going to be a challenge.
Kouryou-chan has been a font of clever quotes recently. Her role model is Calvin of Calvin & Hobbes, so pithiness comes with the package. Her teacher reported that, after a bit of joshing with some of the boys at her school at lunchtime today, she riposted with "You boys just don't understand us women. But then, we don't even understand ourselves." She's also on this "I won't eat my dinner!" kick, mostly because we make her eat (gasp!) pork chops and beef stew and real, human food. After she got home from ballet this evening she begged for desert but Omaha and I told her no. She went over the top with a perfect, movie-quality wail of "I can't have my dessert? God save me!"
I love my kids. They're cool. You know that whole meme last year of "People who raise children are no happier than their childless peers" thing? Bullshit. It's all in how you do it. If you view it as a 20-year project, then it's going to be fun.
It was kinda a nice day. I spent three hours working for a client, and another two working for another. I'm not making nearly what I should be, but at this point any income feels better than none. Did the customary hour of job searching, that's no fun, and had an interview that sounded promising.
Yamaraashi-chan had her first day of basketball practice today. Yay, my kid's doing sports. I power-washed the back porch on Monday and we shot hoops in the backyard for the past couple of days, but now she's trying out for her school's basketball team so she's staying at school. She gets home two hours later, way late as far as I'm concerned, and stuffing dinner into the schedule between her basketball and Kouryou-chan's ballet classes is going to be a challenge.
Kouryou-chan has been a font of clever quotes recently. Her role model is Calvin of Calvin & Hobbes, so pithiness comes with the package. Her teacher reported that, after a bit of joshing with some of the boys at her school at lunchtime today, she riposted with "You boys just don't understand us women. But then, we don't even understand ourselves." She's also on this "I won't eat my dinner!" kick, mostly because we make her eat (gasp!) pork chops and beef stew and real, human food. After she got home from ballet this evening she begged for desert but Omaha and I told her no. She went over the top with a perfect, movie-quality wail of "I can't have my dessert? God save me!"
I love my kids. They're cool. You know that whole meme last year of "People who raise children are no happier than their childless peers" thing? Bullshit. It's all in how you do it. If you view it as a 20-year project, then it's going to be fun.
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Date: 2010-01-28 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-28 05:08 pm (UTC)It's the folks where desire doesn't match up with reality that have problems...
...I might also note you've barely even brushed the teen years. I wouldn't trade anything for having kids -- but having one teen in the house has been the best population control possible. Thoughts of a late-life baby are right out, thanks.