The best part of today was not that he loved his presents, nor the happy dance that he did when saw some of them, nor even that he let me take a nap this afternoon while he played a computer game. The best part was that somewhere in the middle of playing with him, he and I had spontaneous conversations about what he wants to be when he grows up, and why his mom and I are not together. That last one was hard to handle at a second grade level while neither dodging the issue nor being disrespectful towards her, but I think I handled it well.
The worst part of today was later having to drive to a bar with him to get some of his presents from his mom out of the trunk of her car. It’s not as bad bad as that sounds, nor as bad as it could be, But neither is it a thing that made me happy. In fact, during the 15 minute drive there, it had me ruminating on the word “furious”, and how fury differs from mere extreme anger or rage. (If you’d like to know the difference, just mess with my kid and I’ll make it perfectly clear to you,)
Talking with my son about his Halloween costume being the TARDIS.
Good things. Little things. Sometimes, that’s all that matters. Had a good day.
Besides the visit from some of the nation’s finest, I got a break from summertime parenting, thanks to my son’s grandma. We’ve been having a good time together, and it’s been easier than I expected. He’s not as hyper as he has been coming home from school the past couple of months. It seems like he gets riled up on the bus ride home.
Now he’s over at a friend’s house, but he’ll be home soon and we’ll start getting him ready for bed. He usually wants friends to come over here — he’s kind of a homebody, like his dad — plus, all the cool toys are over here.
So today has had a nice balance of quality father-son time and quality father-is-alone-and-enjoying-the-quiet time.
In another week and two days, he’ll be off with grandma to visit her family in Michigan, and feed the animals on the farm. He has fun every summer with Aunt Sue and the kids back there. He’ll be gone almost a month. What ever shall I do with myself??? ;^)
I looked at some pictures I took on Friday, and found an incredible shot of my son looking adoringly at a girl from his first grade class whom he went over to play with. When I have something more than the attention span of a gnat, I’ll crop it so I can post the look on his face.
My other favorite part of today is discovering that my old friend, naproxen sodium (aka generic Aleve) — which I also take defensively at the first sign of the aura of a migraine — also seems to ward off the headache of Adderall withdrawal.
I’ve stayed up too late, so this’ll be short:
My favorite part of today was that the first day of summer vacation with my son was almost entirely stress-free. (Except for half an hour near the end….)
Lots of “I love you” and “You’re the best daddy ever” and quiet, calm, contented play. Sweetness.
Maybe I’ll go into more detail tomorrow. Good night, Tumblr.
My favorite part of today was being able to genuinely help a dear friend who was just reaching out to vent.
Sometimes all a person needs is to be heard and have their feelings respected without you trying to fix their problem.
And other times, that’s bullshit, and you can surprise someone who didn’t think there was anything they could do about their situation. It helps to be a geek who remembers just enough to know what to google in order to find the answers.
Any day that I can help someone, make something they enjoy, or just make someone smile, is a good day.
This may only make sense if you’ve been in Arizona in summer. (Yes, I know it’s still Spring.)
My favorite part of today was being able to leave the door open every minute that I’ve been home, feel a cool breeze, and sometimes listen to falling rain.
After a bajillion sunny days in a row, an overcast sky is a treat.
After days where just being outside for a few minutes mean I’m ready to down a whole quart bottle of Gatorade, feeling a chill is a delight.
Walking in the rain, even if just to take Orion’s friends home in the neighboring condo complex.
Reflected light in the night, on wet concrete.
Birds staying out to sing longer, because there’s no heat to chase them away to their cooler hiding places.
Knowing that for a couple of days, the desert gets to come alive.
And in a tie for first place, Hi! Sometimes that really is all it takes.
My favorite part of today is that there were too many good things to pick one favorite part.