What's going on?
You feel like you're going to explode because of all of your excess or extra energy?
Well, maybe I can understand why you're saying that because:
- I crashed my car and need a new one (even if it's just an old or used car... I don't mind) and want to know what more I can do to speed-up this insurance process (my wife was gracious enough to drive to the towing yard and sign a release for the insurance company, and for that, I am grateful and thankful)--
- I graduated in May, and have been applying and interviewing for jobs from even before that, leading to over 200 applications with my Master's Degree (I think I've mentioned that...) and maybe a dozen sit-down and phone interviews, with no job offer! That added onto--
- I am talking care of my almost-three-years-old son and my older son just came home from Salt Lake because his school starts tomorrow, and I am watching them while I look for new job postings, etc. Maybe an almost 3-year-old and a 9-year-old do give me the pre-adolescent talk that I need to prepare for with a new baby coming next month, but both of those (aforementioned reasons) added onto--
- My wife is working again, and if she was able to stay home on Friday's like she's scheduled, it would be different/better, but she has to work today (Friday) PLUS go to work tomorrow, and so I have an excess of energy or too much energy. So much that I feel tired and like I want to stay in bed.
I can't stay in bed. I can't even stay in bed longer than the time it takes to sleep!
I need to get up. I need to get on my computer to see about any jobs that I might have received an email about or maybe a job offer or an interview. I need to see what other things there are (that surely don't waste my time) to do to help my unemployment status, my licensing status (Licensed Professional Counseling [LPC]), my new calling in the Elder's Quorum as secretary, or any other thing that I need to or can help with.
I've ended up talking and quizzing too much my 9-year-old son (about why the writers of the T.V. show, "Dinosaur Train," could have logically come to the conclusion that the Tyrannosaurus Rex dinosaurs lose their teeth and then grow more and lose them and grow more, indefinitely), until he started to cry. Don't think that him crying was something that doesn't happen often and should have stopped me in my tracks--I am not a heartless bastard. But, when my mother-in-law came down and broke-up the "discussion," only added to what happened upstairs all the more.
I followed my youngest son upstairs to have him finish his breakfast and heard my older son ask his grandmother when they could go to get snow-cones. I asked him if he had read for the day already. He said that he would read afterwards. I told him that I thought that if he didn't read before he went, he wouldn't read at all today, like he knows that he should every day. He argued with me and I told him that he shouldn't yell at me and repeated what I had told him before. He argued with me and, again, I asked him to not yell at me, just like his dad in SLC wouldn't want his wife's son to yell at him. I asked if that wasn't true. Just then, my mother-in-law came through the entryway between the kitchen and the dining area where we were, and told me to leave him alone. She basically just reinforced his behavior and undermined my authority as a step-parent.
This was just the beginning of a long conversation with her.
I have too much and an excess of energy.
JPS
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