Earlier today I overheard my daughter telling her brother to do something like “a real man would do.” I wondered what she thought a “real man” was, but I was almost afraid to ask. Society pushes some harmful views, and sometimes it seems that the more harmful they are, the worse they stick. I did ask her, though, and she admitted that she didn’t really know, but then added, “He was just being annoying. A real man isn’t annoying, right?” Ha-ha! One day she will learn the truth: all men are annoying. ðŸ˜‰
We went rollerskating as a family last night. My kids, who had only been skating once before, began the evening as wall-huggers, but by the time we left, they were bravely skating along with everyone else. I hadn’t been rollerskating since I was a teen, or on any type of skates since before the kids were born. It all came back to me, though. I skated recklessly fast and barely avoided collisions several times, but it was so much fun. I also enjoyed trading war stories with my hubby. We talked about how hard it was to skate with the kids, how idiotically everyone else was skating, how much harder it was than rollerblading, and the toll it was taking on various muscles and joints.
It is October, and it’s starting to get cold. My husband and I have talked several times about turning on the heat, but like we do every year, we have been stubbornly trying to hold out as long as possible (“No heat ’til Trick-or-Treat”). We’ve been layering up to keep ourselves from shivering. Meanwhile, my son still insists on wearing shorts. It’s about 50 degrees outside, and I had to badger him to bring pants and a sweatshirt with him when he was packing to spend the night at his vovos’ house. Boys! They’re every bit as difficult as “real men.” ðŸ˜‰
The kids are staying at their vovos’ tonight so that my hubby and I can go out to celebrate our anniversary. We have been married 11 years. It’s pretty amazing that we made it this far. No one is more surprised than we are. ðŸ˜‰