May 02, 2005
Writing thank you letters to interviewers, those that passed along my resume and those who simply talked with me when I called. I have written motherÂ’s day cards to all the mothers I know; a get well card for my former boss and former office mate.
I have also responded to emails, written briefly in all my 5 journals, and have made some concrete plans on what on earth IÂ’m going to with myself and with my son this summer; especially when heÂ’s out of school at the end of June and end of August. I almost ran out of things to work on with him during spring break and I donÂ’t want a repeat of that.
My son and I love trains so weÂ’ll probably do a couple of those trips, in addition to the beach. We get newsletters from train museums far and wide so that we can plan train trips to special train exhibits. Last year we went as far as New Hampshire for a special historic train ride. It was fun, but the dual role of pack mule and mommy, really tired me out.
Cuddlebunny has already put in for 2 additional trips for his birthday present: a monster truck exhibition in Long Island and a NASCAR race in Pennsylvania. When he said this my mouth dropped open and I said to him, “who are you? and where have you put my son.” As I looked in his eyes (forehead to forehead) and searched in his ears and behind his back, he just giggled. When I asked him if he was serious about this he went on to give me 20 minutes worth of reasons why we should go. It ended with his famous: “Okay mommy?” Sigh! “I’ll look into it,” was all I could say. He’s such a good kid it’s hard to say no without a really good valid reason.
Monster trucks? NASCAR races? Where does he get this stuff? Sigh. ItÂ’s at times like these that my eyes go up to the ceiling and I internally wonder why I didnÂ’t have a girl. I like race cars but to watch 30 cars go 200 laps in an elliptical circle is just a bit too much for me to watch. I like his toy trucks, but the thought of sitting there and watching a truck with huge tires crush junk carsÂ…well, its just not exciting to me. But I love him, soÂ…. IÂ’ll look into it and IÂ’ll pray that none of the dates are good for us.
So yesterday afternoon, in the hopes of getting him interested in some my favorite sports, we went to Chelsea Piers Sporting Center to watch a local hockey league game. When we got there we discovered we had lucked out. There were was a visiting Russian Team that was practicing. Boy was it exciting! I hadnÂ’t realized how much I was missing hockey until about 20 min into the practice session. Curses on the NHL for the lockout!
Happily my son got into it, but the game was so fast paced he had problems seeing what was happening. I realized in the process that I was anticipating the plays because IÂ’m familiar with the game. IÂ’m keeping my fingers crossed that IÂ’ll be able to steer him away from Monster trucks and towards hockey. Otherwise I fear that wrestling will be my next fate. ThatÂ’s where I draw the lineÂ…. thatÂ’s a pseudo sport I really hate!
BTW, writing of kids, if you like kids and haven't checked out the Karnival of Kidz you should. Kids make the best photo subjects and some of these pics are pretty funny.
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