All day yesterday, I was in motion. Up at 5:45am, working, feeding pets, working, waking kids up, working, conference calls, working, more conference calls, working, even more conference calls, working, reading to Viv’s class, working, heavy coding too fix issues, pick up my son from school (while on a conference call), more work, more issues to fix, more work, more calls, pick up Viv from play practice, pick up Abbe from work, traffic, more work, head to spin class with Van’s ice hockey team, sweat (ahhhhhh!), drive Viv home (more on that in a second), back to the rink, more work, drive Van home from the rink (more on that in a second, too), tuck in kids, and look at Abbe and say, I love you.
Driving Miss Vivie…
Viv was excited to join Van’s ice hockey team for spin class. The instructors were surprised that someone so young wanted to give it a go. And it turns out, she’s a wee bit too short for the bikes, so she had to finish up homework while we spun. I came out of the class sweaty and gross. I found her kinda bummed at a table in the snack area of the rink.
“I want to go home.”
She was bored, and wanted to hang with Abbe. Turns out, she was really frustrated that she was too short to be able to to do the spin class. She was in tears once we were in the car together. And this was another one of those moments that show me how great this kid is going to be.
I asked her why she was so upset. She’s going to grow, and she will be able to ride. She’s a great runner and athlete, she will have no problem killing it in spin.
“I wanted to do it. I wanted to be sweaty and tired right now too.”
She wanted to compete with these monster boys that are 3 years older than her. This girl is going to do awesome shit in her lifetime. She hates being told no. She is the monster. Look out, life – Viv is gonna mess you up.
Where my 13 year old puts it all into perspective for me…
I was in the line at McDonald’s with Van to get him a post-practice snack, and I was seeing the finish line of a very long, frustrating-at-times day. I said to him, “Days like this are tough on me, buddy. I love being relied upon by everyone, but I feel like all you see of me is a grumpy Dad complaining about one thing or another. I can’t wait to just sit down.”
Van Jr seemingly challenging my Dad replied, “Ahhh, you know… How many Dads can say they did all that you did today?”
That right there was exactly what I needed to hear. It was the perfect mixture of things-could-be-worse/stop-yer-bellyachin’/I appreciate you/You’re awesome… thanks, son.
I’m Friggin’ Terrible Friday…
Forgot to do this last week… but I’m back being terrible. I hate Pomplamoose. I get it, you’re doing ironic stare straight in the camera cover songs on the internet. Super. You sound like an NPR radio host lecturing me to the sound of detuned synths and even more ironic synth drums. Pretty sure that makes me terrible.