Archive | August 2013

Not bored

Hubby has been away up north for work.  He hasn’t been away since Boo was an infant, during the Winter Olympics.  What a difference!  It was WAY easier when he was a baby and I had to get up twice during the night to feed him compared to now when he is now waking me up in the morning running into my room demanding his ritualistic warm morning milk. Before I have had my ritualistic coffee.  Before, I could feed him, dress him, and put him in a stroller to go out for a  brisk  walk with the dog, then stop at McDonald’s for another cup of coffee before I returned home.  Ah, that was the life.  I remember being extremely bored.

My 3 1/2 year old protests as a matter of principle.  He protests breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Unless he’s with someone else in which case he eats whatever they’re having.  Sometimes he’s so busy chattering that I can dress him before he knows it, but mostly he wants to be involved in what he wears, which is no problem, but I’ve noticed he often drags out the whole process so I will be forced to engage with him longer and not move on to another matter.   Like my coffee, or making breakfast or getting washed and dressed myself.  None of which involve him.  I feel like a hostage.  He will often take 10 minutes to dress himself in my presence, stopping to play with toys or jump on his bed or contort himself into positions so I can’t wipe her nose.   If I say uh-huh, he will get upset and say, “I can’t hear uh-huh!!!” It has to be an actually word like “yes, Boo” or “oh, really, how interesting” otherwise he assumes I am not listening even when I am.

Oh, he used to crawl into bed with me in the mornings and he would watch cartoons as he had his milk and woke up slowly.  Then we would have our morning chat and cuddle.  Not now.  Now he hits the ground running, he’s not that interested in TV unless it’s a favourite program and if I say let’s have a chat, it’s more like jumping off the bed into the floor (no, Boo, someone is living downstairs and it’s very early) or kicking (by accident) my computer or trying to crawl behind me and hang off my side (right by a hot cup of coffee on the nightstand).

His dad left him 7 messages with pictures of them both to be read to him each morning.  So sweet! We talk about what daddy is doing and how many sleeps til he’s home again.  I ask him if he misses him, but he protests that he does not, even though I know he does. 

I enrolled him in a sports camp – 3 hours a day – after the long weekend cause I knew hubby would be away.  Of course, I got a gig and the 2nd day of filming was on one of those days, and I had to figure out how to cover that day.  With the dog,  we have a dog walker.  We buy a package of 10  2 hr adventure walks and use them when we know we’re going to be really busy.  They come by and pick her up and drop her off.  For Boo, it wasn’t so easy.  I asked my MIL to come over from the island, but that was too much for her with her husband working.  She has a dog, and she’d have to find someone to watch the dog (and bringing the dog on the ferry would mean she would have to sit in the dog area) and she’d have to come the night before and stay 2 days…. the older she gets the less flexible she is.  She suggested I bring Boo to her.  Ahem, not sure if she realized that would take about 6 hours out of my day to get him there and 6 hours to get him back.   The older I get, the less flexible I am. So I figured a sitter could take him part of the day, and a friend could take him the other half.  All of this was theoretical, because I have no control over my call time which would not be determined until the night before.  So my choices were designed around a guess of when my call time would be.  Not so easy.  Particularly with hubby second guessing and commenting on every choice and permutation and demanding to know what I was doing 2 days before he left.  Grrrrr!  I was hoping the sitter could take the car seat and bring him to his sports camp (which was expensive by the way so I wanted him to attend but she said due to a family emergency she couldn’t get the car).  In the end, my call time was 1pm, so I only needed the sitter for 2 hours (and somehow she had the car) before my friend could come get him for a sleepover with her boys.  His first overnight stay and I missed it!  Rats!

I had a great time on set, I got to meet V.alerie Harper –  which was amazing experience!  She is an incredible woman, so gracious and down to earth.  Vibrant and full of energy, and still beautiful.  A true theatre person who pulled everyone into her light. I only wish I could have spent more time with her.   She’s the type of person you would welcome into your humble home and she would help you set the table and chop the vegetables all the while entertaining you with funny stories.

We wrapped at 2am and by the time I got home, it was closer to 3.  Then I was up at 7:15, picked up my son and dropped him at his last day of sports camp.  Then I drove downtown to drop off some DVDs I had transcribed the week before, tried to get a pedicure, but I had to wait too long and wasted 30 minutes waiting then picked up a few grocery items and then arrived early to watch him race around a course that I would have been severely challenged to do.  (I can’t do bear crawls!) I realized I was so damn tired I should not have been driving in the first place.  When we got home, I begged him to let me nap on the couch, I was practically incoherent.  Hubby of course chose to call then and I could barely form a sentence but I struggled to let him know we were fine.  Then I caught a couple of zzzzs until the kid made me wake up.

It took me 3 days to realize I had forgotten my best friend’s birthday.  I was calling her about something else and she had to remind me.  What is that saying?i Epic fail!  So I baked her a gluten free chocolate cake with sprinkles and the kid and I showed up at her place with a dozen pink roses.  She also works from home, and yes, she gets constantly interrupted as well.

Oh yeah and I’m stage directing a huge Buddhist production at Queen Elizabeth theatre, so I’ve also been dealing with emails, conference calls and texts. 

And yes, I did get a pedicure and scratched it up walking the dog in a forest.

But I’m not bored.

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For Melissa

For all the offensive, nasty, lyrics out therein music , there’s one that I just adore. It caught me by surprise, coming from a rapper. But here it is:

 

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,
‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k, trippin’ “
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
“Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we’re saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ’em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it

(I don’t know)

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

We press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ’round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind