Song of the day: Return to Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins

"Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I've wandered much further today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood" - Kenny Loggins

The events of yesterday evening were so much like the last two Wednesdays before them, that my conscience will not allow me to post and present them as something new, different and exciting. There are a few variations, but they are essentially the same. I am a practical woman. There is no need to show the same videotape over again. But I will say this: There was a Rod Serling's "Twilight Zone" marathon on last night. I saw almost each and every episode, which brings us to...

"So help me if you can
I've got to get back
To the House at Pooh Corner by one

...This morning. I overslept...Big Time! "The Boy" was of no assistance; he could have kept sleeping forever. Totally off track and bewildered, I suddenly jumped out of bed and sprinted over to his room to get him up. There he was... all covered up with the comforter from toe to chin, settled in and ready for round two. Good thing I went to bed almost fully dressed and thank goodness he was cooperative! I was so disoriented that I spun around the floor, while trying to regain my bearings. I had him change his underwear, wash his face, brush his teeth and then I shoved a container of yogurt in front of him and said, "Eat!". I slapped his lunch together and said, "Here!" After throwing myself into "Maniac Mom" mode, we finally got it together. I then opened the garage door and said, "Go!" Backing out of the driveway and barely missing my husband's newly sown Scott's Premium Gold lawn, (yes, the famed lawn mentioned in yesterday's post)I drove like a mad woman until we arrived at our destination.

The poor child was so confused, that he sat dazed in the back seat of the car; not saying a word. And when we finally got to school, he got out of the car with a look on his face, resembling that of someone who had just ridden the ferris wheel one too many times after having eaten four hot dogs. I started to feel guilty. Here I am, unbathed, looking like a bum and dumping my child off to school without a proper meal. I've got to make it up to him tonight.

I came home, got online a bit, addressed email and made a few phone calls. Each task I tackled with a slight bit of complacency, or was it just pure exhaustion?

"Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
He came to me asking help and advice
From here no one knows where he goes"

This afternoon when I picked him up from school, he smiled at me and seemed to be fine. Today, being Thursday, we had our usual fight over bringing in the garbage can and our usual fight over homework. However, he did mention that his teacher made a change in his classroom seating arrangement.

My husband made a pot of curried chicken with rice and potatoes for dinner. He did a good job and it was delicious. However, "The Boy" had fish for dinner. Curry just is not his "thing". This baffles my husband, because he says that in the country he grew up in, the kids ate curry all the time. He cannot understand how a child, who is half his, doesn't like it. I explained to him that this child has the right to develop his own tastes. This didn't go over very well, but anyway....

"Help me if you can
I've got to get back
To the House at Pooh Corner by one"

Tonight, "The Boy" and I will have our usual night time talk and we will read a story together before he goes to bed. (He just told me that he would like to read "A Bug's Life" as tonight's selection )This is our routine. While his Dad is more into discipline and structure, I want him to think of me as being someone he can depend on more for comfort and emotional security. His Dad and I have had almost seventeen years together. Although culturally different and sometimes seeming to be worlds apart, we tend to balance each other out. And if after all of this, we end up presenting to the world a decent human being, we will have done our jobs. Today was a good day.

"It's hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to follow throughout all our lives
After all's said and done I was watching my son
Sleeping there with my bear by his side
So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going
I swear that the old bear whispered "Boy welcome home""

And so this post ends for tonight... There are baths to be taken and stories to be read. There is family to call and then there is bed. No sci-fi for me tonight!

"Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Back to the days of Pooh"

Goodnight y'all