My friend Heather just wrote a post about already needing to make decisions for her kids for next year’s school situation. Among the issues she needs to consider is whether to start her son as a young 5 or at 6.
We’ve also contemplated this dilemma, even though Kellen’s only 2. By starting him early in preschool, we’re essentially on the track for him to start Kindergarten at 4, almost 5. Unless he repeats Kindergarten, that’s probably going to be where he ends up.
Honestly, this wouldn’t even be an issue if Kellen were a girl. It’s those pesky boys that we all seem to be concerned about. Are they going to be mature enough when they’re 12? (I can tell you the answer, and it’s a resounding NO. I’ve yet to meet a mature 12 year old boy.) If he physically matures late, he might not be the star quarterback (we’re already going to have to delay ski lessons until he’s almost 4 because he misses the cutoff by 26 days). And he might get teased, though again, I’m pretty sure everyone gets teased in junior high because everyone else is trying to mask their own insecurities.
We were discussing this with my dad. Apparently those are all good concerns, but that’s not the issue he was most concerned about. Nope. My dad, Kellen’s grandfather, told me we should consider holding Kellen back until he’s almost 6 because he might have the smallest penis in the class when everyone else hits puberty.
I’ll let you catch your breath, maybe re-read that last paragraph.
Yep. My dad’s biggest concern is Kellen taking a shower when he’s thirteen and being teased about the size of his pecker. (I would also like to pause and say that I have tried very hard not to think about the fact that my dad is likely speaking from experience. I don’t know. I didn’t ask.)
Dan told my dad that more than likely Kellen wouldn’t be showering with the other kids because, well, no one takes showers after P.E. anymore. I’m pretty sure I’ll be lucky if I can convince my almost teenage son to shower once a week, much less daily in front of fifteen other boys.
This all just proves why it’s important to have male figures in your son’s life. Because I was worried about Kellen’s alphabet skills. Who would have known I was supposed to be worried about his penis?
It always amazes me when I open up my Dashboard in Blogger and see that it’s been two (or more) weeks since I last blogged. I have lots to say, so where are my posts?
Then, this week, I read a story about overlooked professions, and there was an entry about blogging (which means the writer obviously did very little homework because of the 50,000 or so blogs they say are started each day, I imagine only one or two makes any money, much less a living). Anyhow, the blogger they referenced said he spends roughly fourteen hours a day blogging and nine hours on weekend. WAIT, WHAT?!
Fourteen hours a day? Well, he’s obviously not a mom. But even if he were, there are plenty of moms who are making money off blogging, and if my Twitter feed is any indication, those moms are certainly spending a hell of a lot of time online. And I’m not one to talk too much as I spend at least a few hours online everyday. BUT FOURTEEN HOURS?!
I realized while reading that, this is why I suck at blogging. I don’t have fourteen hours a day to devote to blogging. I don’t have four hours. I get up at 8 (oh thank you Kellen for finally learning what it means to sleep in). I run around for an hour, feeding the child “YOGURT CHEERIOS… no cheerios ON TOP” and bribing him into his McQueen underwear and jeans and getting him loaded in the car as I grab my eggs on the way out the door and shovel in my breakfast at stop signs. He goes to preschool. Or swimming. Or the Little Gym. If he’s at preschool, I go to the gym, get an hour workout in, then usually have some kind of massage or acupuncture appointment to get my nervous system to calm the fuck down. If he’s not, we run around doing child activities that frankly BORE the hell out of me. Then I come home and sometimes have a college girl to help out, so we spend the next few hours organizing toys and doing laundry and filing and… Kellen goes down for a nap. I take a deep breath, check my email, and then somewhere the next two hours are gone and Kellen is awake again. Dinner gets started (usually a frozen meal from Dinner Thyme and a bag of steamed broccoli). We eat. Kellen takes a bath. I read him stories. He goes to sleep. And now it’s 8:30. I’m too exhausted to do dishes much less try to write a sentence. And somewhere in there I’m trying to get a book signed to an agent. No wonder I suck at blogging.
I’m convinced that in order to be any good at blogging, you have to spend a considerable amount of time reading other blogs and commenting. I’m not sure when I’m supposed to do that either. And a lot of time I feel like people read other blogs just to drive readership to their blog, which really annoys the piss out of me.
So bloggers… how do you find time to write? And more importantly what makes you not suck at blogging?