Big Tex...risen from the ashes...like a phoenix
Who knew being a working mother would take up so much time? And I'm not even working that hard...what do real, working mothers feel like?!
Staff drama and school politics is at level red this year, and while I'm trying to stay cool and somewhat uninvolved (total lie...), it has generally left me uninspired to write anything worth reading. I take that back; I have wanted to write a series of really mean (but really hilarious) vignettes about various people I work with as a way to cope with the massive asininity going on, but that would not be helpful or kind. Again though, I want to emphasize how funny they would be...
Saturdays have always been my favorite day of the week because it's the only day when you really don't have to do any work or make any obligations if you don't feel like it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my old Saturdays of working out all morning and sleeping all afternoon, but Alex and I have been having a series of excellent Saturdays since I've gone back to work.
I know I used to get every day with him, but there were days when we were bored of each other and looking for something "better" to do and that usually ended in spending an unnamed amount of money that I wasn't making.
Now we can wake up and spend the whole day together and as if he knows it too, he has been extremely happy and well behaved on the weekends.
As we move into Fall, we get to re-try things we did last year when Alex was an adjusting, still-foreign alien to the land.
Last year at the state fair (Alex had been home for a month), we did the children's farm activity where the kids go through the different stations and get to feed fake animals and collect fake food and grow fake fruits and veggies. My favorite part is at the end when you get a fake dollar and get to buy a real snack! Alex went through it, but could have cared less if we were with him or not. He would have wandered through the entire state fair alone if allowed. He had a massive melt down at the children's farm because we were trying to move him through and he didn't understand anything we were saying and he got too overwhelmed. He wanted more than one spade to dig with and lost it when we only let him have one.
Poor kid.
This year, we went on a Monday night. We parked at Mockingbird Station and took the green line in to Fair Park. Alex is thrilled by public transportation. The smell of urine and sticky film on the windows is no deterrent for him to touch and sometimes put his mouth on everything. As V and I set off on our quest to conquer our list of fried foods, Alex was so excited and pointing to stuff and saying our names to get our attention for said pointed at stuff. He was scared and cried when he saw the new Big Tex, but he sought comfort in us. And he still didn't completely understand the children's farm, but took good direction and was as excited as I was about getting to pick a snack at the end.
As we ate a fried grilled cheese sandwich to round out the evening, the Rangers tie-breaker for the wild card game was being aired. We were dutifully all wearing Rangers gear (let's not talk about how we sold our tickets to the game...) and I was so happy in that moment because we've all come such a long way from last year's trip. I know I keep saying it, but I really can't remember how we came to be what we are now. He still hasn't even been with us as long as he was in Korea. Such a little fighter he is...
The fried food coma cushioned the Rangers loss and end of this season.
Up next...Halloween.
Staff drama and school politics is at level red this year, and while I'm trying to stay cool and somewhat uninvolved (total lie...), it has generally left me uninspired to write anything worth reading. I take that back; I have wanted to write a series of really mean (but really hilarious) vignettes about various people I work with as a way to cope with the massive asininity going on, but that would not be helpful or kind. Again though, I want to emphasize how funny they would be...
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| "The terrorists hate our freedom; they're freedom haters..." -impersonation of GW Bush by David Cross |
Saturdays have always been my favorite day of the week because it's the only day when you really don't have to do any work or make any obligations if you don't feel like it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my old Saturdays of working out all morning and sleeping all afternoon, but Alex and I have been having a series of excellent Saturdays since I've gone back to work.
I know I used to get every day with him, but there were days when we were bored of each other and looking for something "better" to do and that usually ended in spending an unnamed amount of money that I wasn't making.
Now we can wake up and spend the whole day together and as if he knows it too, he has been extremely happy and well behaved on the weekends.
As we move into Fall, we get to re-try things we did last year when Alex was an adjusting, still-foreign alien to the land.
Last year at the state fair (Alex had been home for a month), we did the children's farm activity where the kids go through the different stations and get to feed fake animals and collect fake food and grow fake fruits and veggies. My favorite part is at the end when you get a fake dollar and get to buy a real snack! Alex went through it, but could have cared less if we were with him or not. He would have wandered through the entire state fair alone if allowed. He had a massive melt down at the children's farm because we were trying to move him through and he didn't understand anything we were saying and he got too overwhelmed. He wanted more than one spade to dig with and lost it when we only let him have one.
Poor kid.
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| last year...children's farm... |
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| Tex before he burned to the ground |
This year, we went on a Monday night. We parked at Mockingbird Station and took the green line in to Fair Park. Alex is thrilled by public transportation. The smell of urine and sticky film on the windows is no deterrent for him to touch and sometimes put his mouth on everything. As V and I set off on our quest to conquer our list of fried foods, Alex was so excited and pointing to stuff and saying our names to get our attention for said pointed at stuff. He was scared and cried when he saw the new Big Tex, but he sought comfort in us. And he still didn't completely understand the children's farm, but took good direction and was as excited as I was about getting to pick a snack at the end.
As we ate a fried grilled cheese sandwich to round out the evening, the Rangers tie-breaker for the wild card game was being aired. We were dutifully all wearing Rangers gear (let's not talk about how we sold our tickets to the game...) and I was so happy in that moment because we've all come such a long way from last year's trip. I know I keep saying it, but I really can't remember how we came to be what we are now. He still hasn't even been with us as long as he was in Korea. Such a little fighter he is...
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| New Tex...still creepy. |
The fried food coma cushioned the Rangers loss and end of this season.
Up next...Halloween.
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