Homestretch

I've edited... written... corrected... Now I'm reading through one final time before sending to JR. I've got to admit I'm really nervous, and yet really excited. I love how this turned out.

Anyhow... Let's talk about my son who is driving me bananas.

Yesterday, I wrote a scene that I realized I needed. My music was up, I was tuned out to the world, my keyboard was pumping out words, and I hear, "Hey! Can you turn that down? I'm trying to watch TV over here!"

I looked over to my son who was clearly frustrated with my apparent disregard of his zen. After blinking twice, all while trying to figure out why I now have a 5-year-old yelling at me, my finger clicked on the volume down button.

When I got to a level that he felt acceptable, he said, "Thanks. That will do it."

Thanks? At least he's polite.

And then several hours later he told me with complete seriousness, "This is the worst day of my life. Ever."

I was unfazed. "Why's that?"

"Because you've made me clean and clean and clean today. Like I have nothing else to do!"

"You mean, pick up after yourself."

"Yeah! That!"

Do you know where I think I went wrong as a parent? I taught him how to speak.

Later, I was working on my laptop in bed when Seth and Bekah decided to harass me. It was the first time they'd realized that the keyboard has letters and that if you press the corresponding letter, it would come up on the screen.

Seth wanted to type his name. It took him a long time to find all the letters he needed. When he was done, I said, "You know, I can type your name without looking."

"You can?"

"Sure." I looked at him, put my hands on my keyboard and typed his name.

His eyes got HUGE. "That is the most AMAZING thing I've EVER SEEN!!! WOW!!! I can't believe you did that! YOU ARE SO COOL!"

You would think I had a super power!