Filling Space

by statia on July 13, 2012

I’m going to start this post out, the same, lame way I’ve started every other post I’ve written, when I haven’t written in awhile:

  • Oh HI! Does anyone still read this?
  • I forgot this space existed for the last month
  • I’ve been super busy (Jesus, lady, get in line, aren’t we all?)
  • I know you’re so super interested in knowing where I was and what I was doing.  Because I am THAT VAIN.
  • Every time I try and write something, it sounds like a mundane list of my life
  • I was kidnapped by a roving group of pixies.

Whichever one sounds best to you, use that. All of them are pretty much true. Also, besides the busy aspect, there’s the ADD, and what? Sparkly? It’s all just recycled garbage.

I swear I haven’t just taken an Ambien.

Anyway, real quick like, Gromit is still with us. He’s slowing down much more now, and is getting clingy, but not once has he complained. And he still eats like a typical lab. We’re lucky that we’re getting this extra time with him. But it’s breaking my heart to think about how limited that time is. But, moving on.

The not-so-Mini, has reached the age where I can’t really lie to him anymore. You know those white lies we’ve earned as parents. The ones we answer to the mindless stream of questions, from sun up to sun down:

“Mom, where are we going?” – Crazy, Want to come? 

“How much longer are we going to be in the car?” 3 days. 

“No, really, Mom, how much longer?” Ok, really, it’s 2.5 days.

“Do you remember when we went to Target?” What’s Target?

“Is my junk really going to fall off?” YES! 

And it goes on and on. It’s nice, because now he knows when I’m joking, which is something “Spectrum” people have a hard time with. But it’s a fine line, this whole “typical” thing. Last week we finally went out on a much needed date night, and the Mini asked me where were going:

Me: We’re going to the movies

Him: What are you going to see?

Me: A movie about a teddy bear.

Him: I want to see it too!

Me: It’s an adult movie

Him: Does it have bad words in it?

Me: Yes, it has lots of bad words.

Him: But I want to hear the bad words

Me: I would prefer you didn’t hear bad words.

Him: Why are you afraid I’ll tell my friends?

Me: Yes, and I would also prefer that their parents still want to hang out with us.

Who else am I going to get shit faced with?




Faith July 13, 2012 at 10:09 am

I just realized that I need to add you on FB (yes, I finally joined!) so I can see updates on you and the Meester like normal people do these days.

That said, I like any update from you, however it is that it comes to happen. My life is incredibly boring compared to yours, so please…tell us what the not-so-Mini is up to, and what you guys talk about. And it’s nice to hear that Gromit is still with you all…I’ve been wondering about that!

Be vain. It’s what blogging is all about, remember? :P

statia July 13, 2012 at 1:31 pm

I KNOW, Faith, I’ve been trolling fb looking for you, and I meant to email you and OOH A BUTTERFLY. Seriously. Add me and just let me know in a note that it’s you, if you’re using your real name. I spend more time on there. Well, the time that I have. I find my shorter quips to be wittier than the long winded waxing poetic shit I have here.

Tommie July 13, 2012 at 2:44 pm

Okay, I pick the last excuse, the one about being kidnapped by a roving group of pixies, if only because that sounds like it would be kind of fun.

As the mother of a child with special needs, I absolutely get your joy at having the not-so-mini be able to get when you’re joking.

My special needs child recently used sarcasm on me. As in, she told me she was cold, I muttered something I thought was comforting and she put her hands on her hips and asked, “What are you going to do about it?” She’s five and she’s not supposed to be able to talk (kids with 5p- syndrome really aren’t supposed to be able to talk. Shows how much doctors know, huh?)

Not only does she talk but she talks with attitude. Huh.

Anyway, my long-winded way of saying I’m glad for the update while still saddened by Grommet’s worsening condition.

Robin July 14, 2012 at 4:26 pm

I’d go with the roving pixies excuse. It’s the most believable and more likely than kidnapped by aliens for scientific experiments.

Veronica July 16, 2012 at 6:41 am

Did the roving pixies at least put you to sleep for the month? I mean, that seems like it would be a bonus of pixie kidnappings.

Still here, still reading. Obviously.

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