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Thinking Again…

I can’t sleep tonight. I am rather agitated. What, is this my third post for the night? Good grief! I should have my laptop taken away!
I wish there was a little switch inside my head that could turn things off. Unfortunately there is no such thing. I will have to suffer the consequences in the morning. Per usual. At least other people can wake up confused and claim a hangover. I can’t even make that claim. In fact I would rather dishonestly state I have a hangover. It seems more normal. I would rather people say “Oh, she has been drinking again” than “Oh, she has been thinking again.” The latter just sounds unnatural. People judge thinking.
Has she been thinking the right sort of thing? How much thinking is good for you? Has she been doing the wrong kind of thinking? What does her husband think about all her thinking?I bet all that thinking is getting in the way of her doing things. I am sure she is neglecting her children with all that thinking going on. Where are are her children? Oh Lord, she is teaching them how to think. On and on it goes.
Tonight, when I came home, and my daughter and I had different stories about what happened today, it became apparent just how much I have inadvertently taught my children to think. She can create, from a few stray words, an entire plot line, recreate a narrative, and conceptualize my story. Accuracy be damned, she figured out the finer nuances of fiction. Where detail lacked, she invented. The gaps of truth were quickly filled in with imagination. And the story flowed forth, told by a three year old, as only she could.
It was like one of those mystery shows where you try to place the characters. The infamous he said/she said story. My word against hers. There is much hope for the child.  
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Partners in Crime

Having children is like having partners in crime.
I wanted to take my daughter out for ice cream without Hubby knowing. Don’t ask why. Not important. One of those things. Anyway, I told her we would go out for ice cream, but she can’t tell her father. Ducky is too young for this sort of thing, so he was sacrificed at home. He doesn’t yet understand the finer nuances of withholding information.
Munchie and I went out, ate entirely too much ice cream, and were a happy lot. As we were leaving the ice cream shop I reminded her that she cannot tell her father we had ice cream. He must never know.
We get home. Hubby comes in and asks Munchie “What did you two do today?” She looks straight at him, and with an emphatic head shake says “We didn’t have ice cream daddy.”
What? She said we didn’t…

Is There Somewhere Else You Could Be Right Now?

I love it when people tell me I shouldn’t be in school because I have children. Because that totally makes sense, right? No, that was a trick question. The answer is no. Aside from doing something I love, there is also a better, and perhaps less selfish reason. When I grow up, how am I supposed to educate my children if I don’t first educate myself? I am not saying children of parents who weren’t formally educated can’t have educated children. And I am also not saying that education is for everyone. I am just saying that it is for me, and I hope to impart some of that upon my children.
Already at the age of two and a half my daughter understands school is important. When Ducky doesn’t want to wake up in the morning, Munchie goes over to his crib and tells him that he has to get up for school. “You have to go to school Ducky!”
Also, when Ducky cries for me and I am not there in the evening, Munchie explains to him that “mommy is at school Ducky. Don’t cry, this is good.” See, even my two year old knows. And understands.
My children will have no cognizant memory of any of this later on, and won’t know that I wasn’t there in the evening. So the answer to “shouldn’t you be home with your children right now” is yes, but I am doing something I love, which also happens to be important. Oh, and mind your own business.