Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Enough Drama

OK. Enough of all this drama that's going on at work. There's buckets more of it and it's not doing me any good at all to mull it over one more time in print. Just know that it sucks right now but I expect things to clear up for me shortly. My interview went really well and I'm likely to be formally offered the job on Friday. Also, much love to our good friend Jackie who is missing home somewhat. It's all good, there's no escape from the gravitational pull of Alexander, you just feel it a little more when you're farther away.

Now, we return you to your regularly scheduled blog about daddy type stuff.

Today was Miss O's first day of Kindergarten. I could write a whole post about her departure on the bus this morning, which was surprisingly tear free. But that's pretty lame, you could probably find thirty or forty thousand of those on the web this week. Her return was noteworthy though. Totally expressionless she remarked, "The bus doesn't have air condition."

She had a lot to tell us at dinner. A lot of it had to do with not being the best at everything. It's tough to be a perfectionist with the drive of an olympic athlete and the coping skills of a five year old. After she packed away some special First Day of Kindergarten spaghetti and homemade meatballs, got cleaned up and had a little doll house time with the Queen Mum she felt a lot better and returned to the kitchen for some more late night calories.

Here's where it gets good...

At some point in the day, Miss O and J-Man (who has recently created his own super hero identity, more on that another time) had unloaded the dishwasher for us. Yeah, the silverware drawer was a little messy and the bowls were just stacked on a chair, but...

The. Children. Stopped. Bickering. And. Worked. Together. To. Do. A. Chore. That. Is. Not. Their. Job.

I'm speechless and keyless. I just sat staring at the screen for like, five minutes just basking in the glory of that statement. There's hope folks. Hope for the decline of sibling rivalry. Hope for a cleaner kitchen. Hope for frazzled parents who are pretty much ready to pass out. If fireworks wouldn't be totally inappropriate at this hour of the evening on a non-holiday I would totally be on the phone with the Grucci family right now. There's hope...

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2 comments:

Jill said...

WOW, you better take a picture and frame it because if it happens twice, you might dreaming, you know what they say (whoever they is) "lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot"!!!

that girl said...

You know what Nappy would say..hoping and humping..that's what it's all about.