Beauty and the Beast is coming out today! Today! Okay, well, only to select theatres today, which does not include mine, unfortunately, but just knowing it’s playing nearby is enough to warm my heart. I am so excited for this movie, can you tell? I was not a fan of Disney’s real life Cinderella (and you can see why, here) […]
I got that question today. The dreaded, “So, what do you do?” I can usually see it coming, there’s a specific way people go about saying it. It starts on a high note, the first word is often a little longer than the rest of them, but it is always after the same thing. Sometimes it’s, “What do you do […]
Okay, it’s only day two and already I want to skip ahead. I am so not into space and astronauts and all that kind of stuff. I actually hated the movie Interstellar despite really wanting to love it. Then again, it’s not that I’m not into space, I’m more just into science fiction. The physics and factual part of it […]
Okay, this is one of those blogs, that inevitable one where a parent must write about their child. This is that one, I think. I’m never really sure until I get to the end. This morning I was packing my son’s backpack and found his homework sheet that he’d (ahem, finally!) remembered to bring home from school. At first I got ready to get angry at him because I thought he’d forgotten again, that this was last week’s homework sheet and he’d forgotten to bring home the current one for the third time. Why? Because it was completed. Every blank space was filled in. Every math question answered. He had nothing to do but review. Whaaaaaaaaaat?!?! This is not normal for my son. Homework is a struggle. School is a struggle. Sitting down for five goddamn minutes and paying attention to anything is a struggle. Except Lego and Video Games. He’s got that mastered to an art of hours-long mind-numbing focus. Which is why I don’t think he’s ADHD. And why he’s not medicated. But also why some days I really wish he was if only to make the struggle that is school a little easier. Why must school just be something to survive? To get through? Why must I dread going to pick up my son and facing the teacher to hear of the daily transgressions and messes he has accomplished while let loose among 29 other 7-year-olds who are […]
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