One of the funny things about parenthood is that it highlights just how much you don't know.
Pretty much as soon as kids can string sentences together they start asking why and how and what is and when and why again until you're hiding in the bathroom eating fun size Snickers left over from Halloween just to get a little peace and quiet.
Like what the heck is a pinecone, anyway? I think it has something to do with a pine tree's reproduction. Is it the seed delivery system? Is it a fruit, kind of?
Well, at least we have Google these days unlike our own parents who either had to admit they didn't know, drive us to the library, or just make something up and hope our teacher's didn't contradict whatever nonsense came out of their lyin' mouths. Note: Shoepeg corn does not come from the Shoepeg mountains.
Friday, February 17, 2017
You only live once,
but if you do it right,
once is enough.
Except lately I have been plagued by the distinct feeling I am doing it all wrong. Blame Instagram, blame my too tiny house snowboxing me in, blame the fact that I made the mistake of settling down in what feels like a too small town.
Whatever it is, I am driving myself crazy and probably driving my family crazy, too.
Nothing is clean enough or open enough or bright enough. This morning I was window shopping leather sofas with money we don't have even though our couch is fine. Chocolate stained from years of sticky birthday fingers, but fine.
I want to throw all our stuff away and start over.