It's like I've been allergic to writing for ages now. I'm not sure why, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact the my "K" key is broken and my ? key is gone entirely. Okay well, truthfully, that has nothing to do with it. I think it's more down to the fact that my days are just so full lately, with Leon, that when I get a breather, I tend to want to do nothing but lay back and be entertained by British comedians on youtube.
Leon will be 21 months tomorrow. He's learning fast and growing rapidly and very, very active, both physically and mentally. Kids! Park! Slide! Toys! Granmama! Granpapa! Car! Truck! Dog! These are some of his daily exclamations. Sometimes, they are to identify what he is seeing, sometimes they are commands to me to conjure one of them up for him."Running!", is another favourite word of his, which is always accompanied by a demonstration. "Jump! Jump! Boing, Boing." I don't know how he keeps up with that kind of energy when he refuses to eat anything except cheese, hummus, peanut butter and bread. On a good day, salmon and avacado. Actually, that's not such a bad diet really. Just needs a few more vegetables and fruit and I could market it. The Leon Plan.
Summer seemed endless in a bad, hot, humid, searingly bright, covered in sweat and sunscreen kind of way. It made me so grumpy. Now that it's fall, I curse if the temperature rises above 10. Seriously, I hate summer! I want weather in which I can wear a sweater and never once think I might need to take it off to be comfortable. And, AND! I want the sun behind a cloud damn it. I don't want to have to squint through my day. I (not so secretly) feel that people who say they love summer are cracked, which means most of the planet is cracked, annoyingly.Never mind that all now, because it is in fact, autumn and that is good. The leaves have turned quite vividly yellow and orange and red and night descends sooner, which makes me feel less like a freak when I'm ready for bed at 9pm. "Sleep. Shhhhhh." as Leon would say.
Oh, I know it's not all the Great Pumpkin and candy corn. Soon winter will come, with endless dark days and seven layers of clothing to get out the door and cold after cold after flu after cold. That's already started. Leon and I have been sick on and off for over a month now. Every time we contact other human offspring, boom, we are sick. Thank crackers for places where we can go play with other kids though. I'd go mental trying to entertain Leon on my own all day. I guess, way back, in the olden days don't you know, such things were not needed as kids could play with their fourteen brothers and sisters and their ten thousand cousins. Leon has neither! Poor guy. Oh, I could change that for him you say? I barely have the energy to read a book at the end of the day. Imagine adding a brand new baby to the mix. Aye crackers!
I have just now, after using crackers twice as an exclamation, decided that I must settle on and integrate some replacement words for profanities, which pour so easily from my mouth. The problem is that they are starting to come out of Leon's mouth. I could have swore, no pun intended, that I heard him say "Jesus......christ", while waiting for the elevator with me the other day. At first, I thought he was just admiring cheese out loud again, until I heard the christ bit follow after.So I'll have to try out some new ways to be verbally annoyed, that will not transfer to Leon and have him end up perpetually in the principal's office when he starts school.
Crackers will not be one of the replacement words though, because I need to be able to type it as well and there's this issue with my damn K key...I'll work on it and get back to you.