Now, I will go to the mat and fight on any hill available to me when I say that Ringo is one of the truly great rock drummers of all time. C’mon, let’s go!
But this song does drill into my skull and won’t leave which is rather annoying.
And I guess it was time to pick on another Beatles and cut Paul some slack…
I over slept, for one.
I made a breakfast of cereal because I was tired.
I walked the dog.
I woke my daughter up.
I made my daughter breakfast.
I had a long conversation with my daughter because she felt sad and anxious.
I started laundry and finished laundry.
I made my family lunch.
I fell asleep on the couch watching an old episode of Great British Baking Show.
I cleaned the kitchen.
Made a Thanksgiving grocery shopping list.
I listened to The Beatles’ Anthology 4 while folding laundry.
I am currently writing a blog.
I still have to walk the dog.
I still have to shower.
I still have to make dinner.
I still have to clean the kitchen again.
I still have to make the coffee for the morning.
I still have to put the kid to bed.
I still have to play MarioKart and try and beat the final circuit in the Mirror Level.
I still have to snuggle with my wife on the couch as we watch Tracker.
I still have to put my wife to bed.
I still have to watch part three of Ken Burn’s The American Revolution.
I still have to go to bed.
But to be honest, the guy is good at writing hooks, both lyric and music, that just gets lodged in your head.
Because even I…
“Want a horse, I want a sheep
I wanna get me a good night’s sleep”
Come up soon, I will be a guest on the “Mommy Has Questions” podcast. I took part in the hosts’ conversation about “men in crisis,” as well as a few other topics. Take a minute and check them out, and when the episode lands, I will post the link.
Boy, did I get yelled at by my daughter this morning, and I didn’t deserve it, but I let her do it. She was angry, not at me, but she did take it out on me. I thought it best to let her express her frustration at having to go to school on a Monday morning.
She is just now beginning to experience emotions that are much stronger than she can grasp or fully express. I need to pick my battles, clearly, but more importantly, I need to make sure she is given space to figure out what it is that she is feeling.
Somewhere, way up in the Either of the next plane of existence, my Mother is laughing her ass off right now. Because I fully deserve this. I deserve to get berated by my kid, because I was that kid not too long ago and did this to my mother. And I am sure that she did this to her mother, and so the chain – this cycle – continues on.
It is humbling, reassuring, and somehow also disconnecting, knowing that everything that I emotionally experience, my child will experience, and that my parents also experienced. That my emotional individuality is kind’a a sham. I’m not original; I’m just like my parents, who were just like their parents, and so on and so on.
