Been doing the annual freak-out at seeing the September schedule. Here in North America, the true New Year's is the Tuesday after the first Monday in September -- the day school and all the extras start.
He's walking this year, escorted by Her and Me -- 1.2 miles, so maybe we'll drive come winter. She gets driven half-way across the city three afternoons a week. He's got music and karate. She's got music. Daddy just signed up for karate and half the time he'll only see the kids at bedtime -- guess who gets to be the heavy? I've got housework and taxi-service and home-support, and am trying to carve out prime creative time for myself, as well as time to breathe.
And he sat me down and pointed out that we can hand over the kids at music on Wednesday so I can go to StoryTellers and dinner, and he can supervise homework every other Tuesday and cook on weekends and he hasn't bothered to vacuum either.
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The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of
Carly Simon
Take a look around now
Change the direction
Adjust the tuning
Try a new translation
Don’t look at your man in the same old way
Take a new picture
Just because you don’t see shooting stars
Doesn’t mean it isn’t perfect
Can’t you see...
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
It’s the slow and steady fire
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
It’s your heart and soul’s desire
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
So what’s this about your best friend?
She’s got a brand new shiny boy
And they’re moving out to malibu
To play with all his pretty toys
And you feel closed in by the same four walls
The same old conversation
With the same old guy you’ve know for years
But use your imagination
And you will see....
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
It’s the slow and steady fire
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
It’s your heart and soul’s desire
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
What if the prince on the horse in your fairytale
Is right here in disguise
And what if the stars you’ve been reaching so high for
Are shining in his eyes
Don’t look at yourself in the same old way
Take another picture
Shoot the stars off in your own backyard
Don’t look any further
And you will see
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of....
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Between stimulus and response there is a space.
In that space is our power to choose our response.
In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
- Viktor E. Frankl
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