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June 10, 2005
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Asthma is an even bigger barrel of laughs.

Katie had it bad last week. Just as a million and one things were going on, she started coughing at night. And then in the morning. By last Thursday, she was coughing pretty constantly. I somehow had to find a way to get her to the doctor and Zac to the school for more testing on the same day. Luckily, I was able to speak to the doc on the phone and he knew what to do. He called in a new prescription for an inhaler to our pharmacy. Easy easy, I thought. We all walked Zac to his appointment. By the time we got there, Katie was purple.

I stuck her in the stroller, walked home, and drove right to the pharmacy. The doc had just sent it and it would still be another twenty minutes. D'OH!! I had to pick up Zac in twenty minutes.

on the tube: "Dancing With the Stars"

So I picked him up, schlepped all three of them back to the car, and drove back to the pharmacy. And I realized I could have just saved myself some time if I had just called to make sure it was ready before I'd left the first time. Other moms who are together and organized would do that. I don't. Other moms make cookies for their kids' last-day-of-school parties. Some moms have four or five or six kids and manage to do laundry every day. Me? I look at the clock, notice that it's ten til five, and realize I haven't read a single book or washed a dish.

But I did feel a little better last weekend. A friend of mine, who has two girls, confided the same kind of sentiment to me. And this is a person who, to me, is the ultimate together mom.

And yeah, the perception of failure thing comes up fairly often with me. I know I mention it a lot. I felt it very keenly when I knew that I needed to have Zac evaluated. You'd think his progress would help me feel encouraged, but it hasn't. I've just moved on to other things to obsess over.

Like how I look.

I've been going to the gym fairly regularly since Christmas, but I don't see any differ...

Dang. Tangent. Sorry.

So I finally picked up the meds and we came home and I made Katie lay down and rest, which is no small feat. The next day was Katie's last day of school and also Zac's birthday.

You know, I swore we would never set foot inside a Chuck E. Cheese again. Word of advice to prospective future parents: don't plan to have your baby anytime between late May and mid-June. That is graduation season. You'll call a week before your party and find out everything is booked solid and you will never find a decent venue for your kid's parties and you'll wind up at Chuck E. Cheese, like us.

on the netflix queue: The Pacifier

More irrefutable proof that I am an old fart and am beyond any hint of hipness: I have heard, in their entirety, exactly seven songs on the current i-tunes top 100. Seven. One of them ("Baby Got Back." Yes, that song) is thirteen years old. "Wonderwall" is on there, too; how old is that one? "Ice Ice Baby" is at least fifteen years old; that was popular the summer before my senior year. The rest? Who the hell is this Ciara person? There's a buttload of country on there that I haven't even heard. Give me the titles of thirty random songs from every category and I can usually hum all of the country songs, but not this time.

And I realized: it's because of my i-pod. I love my i-pod. If my i-pod were a person, I'd be married to it. But it's full of crap I want to hear. I'm not forced to sit through godawful 50-Cent songs, so I don't. And before you know it, I can no longer call myself a music fan because I don't know a damn thing about what's going on.

And that's a tragedy.


Comments

By this time, I usually have a preliminary list of my favorite 10 releases of the year. I can probably count all the 2005 releases I've listened to this year on one hand. If anything, I've been exploring a lot of catalog stuff, and I think I just may start listening to music I should have grown up listening to -- Gang of Four, Dream Syndicate, Television, Talking Heads. All that to say, you're not the only one joining the ranks of the aged.

Posted by: NemesisVex at June 13, 2005 06:27 PM

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