My best writing (about the kids, about my life and whatever's going on with it) seems to be done while I'm at work emailing my sister. And until my daughter decides to sleep through the night again, I don't know how successful I'll be at getting up early and writing or working out or anything else just for me.
So...I started saving some of these emailed conversations, because the way my memory works, it's pretty much guaranteed that once I type it, it's gone.
So...here we go...
Me: This morning, in the car: "No, mommy, talk in a mad voice, like a bad guy.l"
Mere: Was he requesting this? or telling you not to talk in a mad voice?
Me: He was talking in a bad guy voice about the bad guys in Tarzan (which is the new favorite, by the way) and how the bad guys are NOT NICE because they're BAD GUYS but those bad guys are nice but those bad guys are BAD GUYS cuz they're NOT NICE.
And whenever he spoke of the badder of the bad guys (I'm not sure who the good bad guys were, actually) he would speak in a gruff, growly voice and make a mad, bad guy face: brows furrowed, nose scrunched, and teeth bared in a grimace of bad-guy-ness.
And when he'd say that the bad guys were not nice, I'd agree with him - "Yeah!" and that's when he told me to speak more like a bad guy. And how to do so.
And another day........
Me: If I could just get up at 4 every day, I would have plenty of free time for myself.
I honestly wanted to get up at 5 this morning and just BE up from that point...maybe do some yoga or something or write or whatever...but then Alex woke up at 4:30 or so and wanted juice and we were OUT OF JUICE OH THE HORROR OF IT ALL and I told him he could have milk or water or orange juice, BUT I WANT JUUUUUUUUUUICE we don't have any juice, you can have milk or water or orange juice, BUT I WANT JUICE...and I just went downstairs and filled one sippy cup with milk and one with water and brought them up and put them near his bed and told him if he gets thirsty, there they are, BUT I DON'T WANT THEM!!!! and on and on and finally just so Julia wouldn't wake up too and want juice even though she never wants juice, I brought the juiceman into our bed and told him he needed to be quiet until the alarm goes off and it's time for MOMMY to get up. Of course, he was wiggly and kept whispering stuff to me, but at least it wasn't about juice.
And then finally he said, "Mommy, could I have some milk?"
Okay, perhaps it's not my best writing...but it's my most frequent, and that's got to count for something. Actually, now that I think about it, it's my favorite writing. The little daily bits and pieces about my kids. I've got more, but they're buried in my email and I have to find them.
