Let me make something clear. Despite some bumps in the road, I am generally happy. Not just resigned to my lot, but content. I’ve overcome some challenges and am still working through others. There are ups and downs. Some days are better than others. But this is the human condition. Life is like this for everyone. There are reasons I choose to write about it. To vent. To purge. To remember. To commiserate with others. To make myself feel better. Or to intentionally feel badly, for just a little while longer, before feeling better.
I love my son. I love my job and my co-workers. I love my friends, old and new. I love my house. And I love music and reading and writing and movies and the internets and cupcakes and Simon Pegg and going for walks and goofing off at playgrounds with my kid and trying out new restaurants and traveling and taking photos. And yes, I do love my life.
Hey, I feel better now.
Bonus: So many amazing possibilities for my noise band. If only I could read kanji.
Plus: There is no one-size-fits-all solution to educating our children. I understand this teacher’s frustration. And I am so glad I found my son’s charter school. Third grade has already started and this year there are just 15 or 16 students, with the two full-time teachers and various PCAs and paras in the classroom. It’s a great feeling knowing he’s getting the individualized attention he needs.
And: I’m looking forward to the Eight is Enough/Obama fundraiser next week. But some friends are flying in from Portland, for the State Fair, and that is the night they will be free to hang out. Once again I find myself in need of a clone.