Oh, Thursday. For whatever reason, it was a day perfectly suited to teaching me lessons. And I was listening. Here, in no particular order, I present to you the top four lessons of yesterday afternoon and evening:
- The Kidling knows best. So does The Dada. The Mama, on the other hand… When The Dada tells me it is going to rain, I should probably ask for more details. Just a sprinkle? Or a heavy rain? Or perhaps forty days and forty nights’ worth in just a few hours? Then I should utilize his response to make an informed decision regarding whether or not to plant my vegetable garden. Especially the tiny seeds. Damn you, arugula! Must you be so small? Also, why didn’t I take Alice’s “throw caution to the wind” approach to planting seeds? The result would have been the same regardless: seeds randomly strewn about, growing in a manner far more realistic than the perfect rows in which they were planted. For an hour. Then the universe decided to remind me not to be so Type A. Duly noted, universe. Thanks for the memo.
- Outdated flood maps might not be quite as outdated as The Mama thought. No big deal, but we got just enough water in our basement to remind me to stop my kvetching when it comes time to pay the premium (Confidential to my readers: I know this has nothing to do with The Kidling. That said, I firmly believe one should never pass up an opportunity to say “kvetch.” So stop your kvetching.)
- Ferocious thunderstorms have no impact on The Kidling’s sleep. Zero. Zilch. Squat. The same child who is terrified at the tiniest rumble when awake can sleep through a house-shaking thunderstorm. Go figure.
- The Kidling will be falling out of her big girl bed quite frequently. I don’t believe that requires explanation. Poor girl.