It's that time in the summer I suppose ... and it came suddenly from nowhere, because just last week we reveled in the annual excitement of carny rides and blue tongues.
A visit to the playground usually has me ridiculously contorting myself to photograph each new trick, but this week ... no. Cries of "look, Mama!" were met with a forced smile and wave.
All I could think was "Do I really need one more picture of you on a slide, swing, etc.?" as I lazed on the bench looking up. (We were the only people there.)
At the time this was much more interesting.
My week can be summed up pretty well with this excerpt from Falling Up:
"Why can't you see I'm a cat," said the cat,
"And that's all I ever will be?
Why are you shocked when I roam out at night?
Why are you sick when I eat up a rat?
I'm a cat.""
"Why can't you see I'm a kid?" said the kid.
"Why try to make me like you?
Why are you hurt when I don't want to cuddle?
Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle?
Why do you scream when I do what I did?
I'm a kid."
"Why can't you see I'm a mom?" said the mom.
"Why try to make me wise?
Why try to teach me the ways of the cat?
Why try to tell me that 'kids are like that'?
Why try to make me be patient and calm?
I'm a mom."
Notice there is no photo of our cat, either here or in my flickr stream. In fact, I don't believe I've ever mentioned her before. That is not by accident and I'll just leave it at that. Which probably makes me the most surly, cynical person around to some of you ...
... but that's just where we are in the summer.