Archive for August 20th, 2008

Damn, y’all. 

I think that right at this moment, a zombie is more rested than I am this morning. 

I wish that I could say that right after I finished yesterday’s post, I took my depressed and unhappy ass home and went to bed and slept for about 15 hours, but that would be pretty far from the truth.  Instead I took my depressed and unhappy ass home some two hours later, changed clothes, went out to get the mail, drove to my parents’ for dinner, helped Spawn with homework, drove home, read bedtime stories, put Spawn in bed, took a bath, and THEN slept for something considerably less than 15 hours. 

When my alarm went off this morning at five-omigahd-its-still-dark-out-thirty this morning I was engaged in some freaky and heavy dreamy sleep.  I mean, I was OUT.  Sleeping hard.  And I can tell you that if I wasn’t under obligation to get my kid to school by 7:40 this morning, I would still BE THERE.  In bed.  Sleeping. 

Man, I’m exhausted. 

I have no idea what’s up with me, except that I’m tired for no real reason.  It’s not like I’m training for a marathon or anything.  And so far second grade hasn’t been the angst-fest that first grade was, so I’m not banging my head against a wall (yet).  In fact, Spawn has been really, really good here lately. 

You know how parents of challenging children talk about not wanting to break the spell when their kid is actually being cooperative?  About how they hold their breath or rub their lucky rabbit’s foot or whatever it is that they imagine it will take to keep the good karma flowing?  This is what it feels like to me when Spawn behaves like all the rest of the seven year olds that I know.  And I know a lot of them.  Most of them are normal. 

I am flirting with disaster, I realize, to even mention this.  This afternoon could be when it all falls apart.  But so far in the last ten days there have been no wild-eyed protestations against anything, no pouting, no shouting, no tears and recriminations.  Just a mellow, go-with-the-flow, get-it-done attitude.  Aliens have spirited away my child and left this one instead.  PLEASE KEEP THE ORIGINAL THIS ONE IS SO MUCH MORE TOLERABLE. 

Being able to behave like a normal parent instead of a Washington lobbyist with your own child is remarkably relaxing. 

The fact that we have a behavioral assessment on file with the school has completely changed the lay of the land with regard to the school requiring Spawn to conform.  I have some mixed feelings about all of that, because the world does not change to suit the individual, and Spawn will eventually need to navigate the Real World.  But at this point, the school and the teacher are cutting the kid some slack, which is what Spawn desperately needs.   And it is trickling down to me here at home, which means that Spawn is cutting me some slack.  I’m not feeling hyper-vigilant and battle-ready at all times. 

I think I could sleep for DAYS. 


— Mox

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