Home and Work

This morning, my son made breakfast for himself and his sister and also fed the cats before I made it downstairs. His self sufficiency amazes me. I love my kids. They are cool people. The other day, my son asked if I would like to sit with him, drink cappucino and just chat. Watching them each day as they navigate new social and physical challenges is awe inspiring. So much to learn. So much to do. And all of this is taken in stride albeit with the occasional, and very understandable, meltdown.

I had a rather grumpy weekend workwise. I feel myself becoming more crotchety and not able to suffer fools as easily in the past. I've found myself saying things like 'really that's not my problem that you lost a piece of your set' and 'no, I really don't care if your design included hanging lumber over cardboard supports, it's not going up on this stage' and 'dude (yup...I've taken to saying 'dude' way too much) I'm sorry that you didn't have enough time to program your cues but you had 8 hours and we're letting the audience in now so you're done.' (number of cues -- 53. number or cue repeats? -- 20)

Sometimes I feel my life being leached out from me and I'm left with a bitter, shrivelled lump of my former self.

All is better, however, when I get home! The kids keep me sane. J is awesome. He has quit smoking again -- heeding our daughter's advice to pretend that he never smoked in the first place. So far it's working.

The garden is growing well. Beans, cucumbers, carrots, beets, tomatoes, spinach and peppers. As well, we have a wack of herbs on the go. We have a gas barbecue and a freezer full of meat and we're set and ready for summer.