It’s raining and I’m sleepy. I’m not a slacker, it’s just that I’m too busy and/or uninspired to write much right now and I forsee that being the case a week–2 weeks maybe–from now. I got nothin.
Except for this:
Cheyenne and I did indeed go see The City of Ember. It would’ve been fantastic had I not read the book first. Otherwise, it was pretty good. I really enjoyed the one-on-one time with Cheyenne. It’s not something we do often but I’d like to make it a monthly habit. She’s so intelligent for her age and she’s so full of ideas and she can be really funny–when I get her alone and if I can get her talking. It’s not as easy for her to talk to me as it is for her to talk to, say, a friend, or a grandma, or an aunt or an uncle, or A COMPLETE STRANGER. I think the whole "Parents are so lame" school of thought is really working against me. How long til she grows out of that?
And it’s not just my kid. Last night Cheyenne had a choir concert at the Middle School cafeteria, which, by the way, she so totally rocked at. The place was swarming with teenagers, and I wanted to take and shake each and every one of them. Is it just me or is everyone between the ages of 13 and 18 totally obnoxious and absolutely moronic? Teenagers aren’t supposed to drive me crazy–I’m supposed to fit right in! I’m supposed to be the cool young mom, damnit! What up? Am I even allowed to say things like "what up?" anymore?
And so it begins…