I’ve had a few thoughts swarming my brain, so I thought I’d jot them down.
Have you ever watched a conversation between one of those people who talks without pause (indeed, without even breathing), and a person who interrupts compulsively? It’s part painful, part humorous. Incidentally, the hands-down winner in this conversational battle is the talker. The interrupter is simply left fulminating.
I am living proof that the “eat less, exercise more” rule can’t beat back genetics. No matter that I’m eating well, and exercising regularly, I can’t change the genetic destiny that says that, now that I’ve had children, I’ll have my mother’s figure and never again be rail thin. Sigh….
Speaking of genetic destiny, do you think it can be genetic destiny to break your toes? I broke most of my toes when I was young in various accidents where I slammed into walls and stairs. Today my daughter slammed her foot into the riser on our wooden stairs. We’re adopting a wait and see, but we’re pretty sure something is broken in there. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but since we’re leaving on a trip, I may find myself trotting off to the doctor’s tomorrow. Sigh…. Actually, I suspect the real genetic problem isn’t weak toes, but (a) weak eyesight and (b) a tendency to rush around without looking. Sigh, again….
My children have an awful habit of ignoring me completely, whether it’s because they’re so focused on playing with each other or on the mischief occupying them at any given moment. It infuriates me. I think I may have finally gotten through to them, though, by pointing out that it infuriates their friends too, and may account for the fact that all of their friends, without exception, have been blowing a bit cool towards them for the past few weeks. As I keep telling my kids, no one likes to be ignored.
UPDATE: One broken toe, so we came home with a lot of tape and gauze for buddy taping, and a silly shoe to keep her foot stable. We’re set now. I’m pretty sure that, when I was a kid and broke my toes, we did nothing at all about it, but we live now in an age of wonders and miracles. Hence the funky shoe.
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