Reality Me

Category: Daily Life

Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.

  • Social Ineptitude

    As my stress rises, the ability to recognize faces and recall names goes away. At the levels of stress I am currently experiencing, it is a wonder that I am functioning at all. I just ran into an old acquaintance at the grocery. I blanked on his name. For that matter, I couldn’t think of anything to say beyond "hi." So I stammered and searched for words which only made things worse. It was very uncomfortable. I have had to deal with this feeling much of my life as my family moved frequently during childhood. Each move meant a whole new set of faces and names to learn and be able to recall.

    If this is how someone with Asperger’s feels everyday, the social torment is understandably very isolating. The knots in your stomach are enough to dry you into never leaving the house.

  • Let’s send Sarah and Cathy to Blogher!

    I have tried Chipin a couple of times without success. Of course, the vasectomy chipin was a huge failure but did remarkably better than the new dryer chipin. I thought I would give Chipin one more try with a cause that is less about me and more about others, albeit, others close to me. See, we have three female bloggers in the house. Cathy blogs at Domestic Psychology. Sarah blogs on her own website. And Amy blogs on her own website. Granted, Amy and Sarah don’t post very frequently and sometimes their content is lacking a little substance, but they try. Amy’s composition and typing skills are age appropriate and Sarah would rather be on Facebook or MySpace.

    Cathy would love to have the opportunity to participate in a convention. Blogher Nashville would be perfect! And I think Sarah would really enjoy it too. So I am giving Chipin one more try. Let’s send the girls to Blogher Nashville! Please consider contributing to their registration fees and hotel. Thanks! (I have also put a widget in the sidebar)

  • How did you sleep?

    Fell asleep at midnight. Woke at 2am. Could not convince myself to stay and work. Woke again at 4am to Evan joining us in bed. Woke at 5am to a cat leaning up against my chest, my son leaning up against my back, a dog on my feet and somewhere in the distance corners of the bed was my wife and the other dog. Woke at 6am in same condition as 5am and it just did not seem fair to disturb everyone by me getting up. At 8am Evan decides we should be up and at 8:30am everyone is out of bed.

    Related: Why is it So Hard to Wake Up in the Morning? and 5 Things You Must Know About Sleep. Other links related to sleep that I have collected.

  • From the mouths of babes

    Cathy, eating a bowl of ice cream topped with blue berries and peaches: *Ach chuu!*
    Cathy:"Oops. hahahaha"

  • Tonight’s Stalls

    Tonight we began enforcing school time bedtimes to get everyone acclimated to the changes coming next week. Tommy has a "get up" time rather than a bedtime; he’s really on his own. Sarah will probably sneak Breaking Dawn in bed. Noah pulled a complete evasion by shooting off to a friend’s house for a sleep over. Amy fought hers hard jumping from bed to bed, having tantrums, refusals, screaming, and tearing up her sisters room decor. Evan pulled the "I gotta poop" stall and enhanced it with the "I need a bandaid" the moment he hit the crib. He turned on alligator tears for added affect but only scored about a 60 second delay with that one as opposed to a 20 minute delay from potential poo.

  • From the mouths of babes

    Evan, pound pound pound: "Mooom MIE! You don’t yeeET?"
    Evan: "Moommie!"
    Evan:"You done yet?"
    Evan:"You done yet?&qout;
    Evan:"Mommy. You done yet?"

    I can only assume she was in the bathroom.

    Evan:"Daddy. Amy hit my shirt!"
    Dad:"She what?"
    Evan:"Amy hit my shirt. Go like this!"

  • Call the writers, my script has blank pages!

    Being "only human" is perhaps the hardest part of being human. We are prone to error. We are a reactive bunch despite intellectually knowing that we would be better served as a responsive organism. Stress and chaos induces triggers to ingrained habits at the most inopportune times. This is dadhood…3 steps forward, 4 steps back. The noise rose, multiple bodies tried to defy the laws of physics and occupy the same space at the same time, a pet yelped, and I brought shock and awe when I should have used please and thank you. Way to go daddy-o. Calgon take me away! (Someone should make a scotch and name it Calgon.)

  • That clean feeling..briefly

    This morning I arose to a quiet household, took a meditative scalding hot bath, and was feeling exceeding clean right up until that moment I stepped out of the bathroom to discover…dog vomit.

  • How a 3 year old delays bed time

    Wait until Dad diapers and completely dresses you then say, "Got go poop Daddy!"

  • From the mouths of babes

    Dad: "Time to take a bath."
    Evan, 3 years old: "Sorry Dad. I can’t take bath."
    Dad:"We are going to take a bath and brush your teeth."
    Evan:"Sorry Dad. Not right now. Going to get cereal."
    Evan, with the world’s cutest wave, and cheery:"Bye."

  • From the mouths of babes

    Evan, being carried by Sarah: "Fine Sarah. I going to crib. Fine."
    Sarah: "Okay."

  • How to have a happy marriage

    I left one out of my Top 10 Ways to have a happy marriage. Marry someone with your same sleep schedule!

  • Should have stayed up

    I awoke at 2am with much energy. I should have stayed up.

  • Cat Kills Bat; I have evil thoughts for cat

    The outside cat killed another bat! How am I supposed to create a colony of bats with a bat killer outside?

  • Big Brothers are the best!

    Evan’s "birthday car" which Noah has claimed:


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