So OK, the week started off with a yuk- (and yuck-) worthy anecdote. But believe me, it was no trouble. I'd looked forward to Solo Week for a long time, mostly because seven years of parenting has taught me that I really like this stuff. I like getting the boys ready for school, and mingling with other parents at drop-off. I like giving TwoBert the Big Daddy Squeeze right after he gets up from his nap. I like all the mundane household cleaning and erranding. I don't know what that says about me as a man, and whether I fell off the bed a few too many times as an infant, but dammit, it makes me happy.
After the clog was dislodged, everything absolutely did all go downhill from there. And by downhill, I mean it was great. I don't get why people refer to "downhill" as a bad thing, since there's no such thing as a "downhill battle." But then again, I don't get why people substitute "hopefully" for "I hope," or say they "could care less" about something, or use terms like "verbage" and "foilage" and "intensive purposes." But that's just me, your friendly neighborhood SAHD wannabe/usage nerd.
We had a few revelations during the week. I'm happy to report, most importantly, that Robert seems to be over A-Rod. I offered him his A-Rod t-shirt to wear to school, and he roundly refused, adding: "Why don't you give this to some jerk who likes him?" This could be an all-important step toward curing his Yankophilia. And TwoBert, ever the philosopher, is impressed by my beard and wants to know why I can't grow one on my head.
But the week's signature flourish came when I Netflixed Charlie Kaufman's latest, "Synecdoche, New York." After I'd finished cleaning my ex-wife's bathroom, I saw a character (and this isn't a spoiler, given the film's complexity) become obsessed with cleaning his ex-wife's bathroom. I was sucked into meta-reality, wondered openly whether anyone was staging my own life, and spent the next half hour scrubbing my brain parts out of the living room carpet.
glad you are enjoying time with the boys. Synecdoche, New York made me want to play a drinking game, but i only had popcorn. it was a very frustrating 5 hours.
Posted by: beyond | March 28, 2009 at 19:47
Too bad you can'r grow a beard on your head. That would be COOL.
Nice post "Mr Mom".
Posted by: E | March 28, 2009 at 21:27
Roberts A-Rod retort made me laugh.
And please - let us not forget the "mute point" if for no other reason than they are so much easier to ignore.
Posted by: 21stCenturyMom | March 29, 2009 at 00:06
Thanks for the yuks/yucks!
Posted by: kidsmom | March 29, 2009 at 13:18
Regarding hopefully and your other questions, why do you use "importantly" when important would be just as effective? As an adverb, what is "importantly" modifying? Your need to address the boy's welcomed detachment from A-Rod? Just curious.
Posted by: Thomasofold | March 31, 2009 at 09:48
I always thought it was "intents and purposes." No? All these year...
Posted by: Mwill | March 31, 2009 at 12:58
I'm glad you're enjoying your time with the boys =) I'm sure they're loving it too!
I really have no idea what to say about the bathroom scrubbing lol.
Posted by: Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com | March 31, 2009 at 19:18
What about "utilize"??? How could you fail to scorn people who utilize this awful, pompous, pointless word.
Posted by: spoiledonlychild | April 01, 2009 at 15:43
WTF is wrong with you these days? Update this thing.
Posted by: Vera | April 08, 2009 at 20:36
Listen, you are freakin' hysterical. I usually only link people on my blog that I at least know through a friend of a friend of a friend but I may have to link yours anyway so my readers (really just my friends I guilt into reading it) get to laugh the way I just did clicking through your archives. Except now realizing it may make my blog seem even lamer by comparison. Crap.
And if you do click on MY link, skip the sappy post I just wrote about the country bunny, I was in a sentimental mood. Sentimental=boring=lame. But there's an edgy one from last month where I talk about possibly getting gored by an addax. OH and one where I complain about wiping kids' butts and never getting any sleep (don't you LOVE mommy blogs?).
Posted by: Jennifer a.k.a txmomof3 | April 11, 2009 at 23:50
This post is wicked funny!
-Kim
Posted by: baby carriers backpacks | April 14, 2009 at 22:41
So, you only twitter now? sniff.
Posted by: Lisa | April 17, 2009 at 07:58
Time to update....twitter is empty calories.
Posted by: Sara | April 17, 2009 at 19:07
I miss you.
Posted by: Shelly | April 17, 2009 at 20:00
SAHD wannabe? You're doing it well. I found your blog and..me like! I a mom...7 years as a mom, but of 3 girls...under 7. Want to trade?...lol. I loved your writing!
Posted by: Lucy | April 19, 2009 at 02:20
Please. Update.
Posted by: Sara | April 20, 2009 at 12:58
Miss your blog posts.
Wish Twitter had never been invented. Too many fine writers giving up blogging for mindless sound-bites (or is that 'tweet-bytes'). Maybe I just don't 'get' Twitter. I will read something, for instance, that says "@Cowboy blah blah blah." Now, I know that this person is answering someting that Cowboy wrote, but how the heck do I follow this conversation? What did Cowboy say in the first place to trigger this particular comment? Gah -- I'm lost!!
Anyway POST PLEASE!!!
Posted by: Kathy B. | April 23, 2009 at 11:14