Daily Archives: 5 August 2005

should I, shouldn’t I…

I’m dithering about going to the Chiemsee Reggae Summer this month. It’s happening right when Kilian and Robert take off for Italy, without me, about which I will be bummed for No Good Reason (this was covered in the oops-sorry entry), and it would be good to take my mind off things. Yeah, but it’s been a really rainy summer, and a music festival in the rain…is for 20-somethings on drugs, frankly. Not for Mom + Kid. But getting out of the house would sure be good. But Jimmy Cliff and Sean Paul are playing at 9.30 and 11.30, respectively – too late for the Gusalus. Even Toots and the Maytals (6.30) might be pushing it. All that way just to see Desmond Dekker… I’d really like to see Desmond Dekker… I’d also really like to see Jimmy, Sean, and Toots, though. Dither, waffle, seesaw. Meh. Probably not. Too much risk.

But jeez, I just went to Legoland last weekend, and saw Herbie this weekend, and have promised the Playmobil Funpark later this month. Could we submerge our personality in motherhood just a bit more, hm? The non-mom is still here, studying database management, but she doesn’t get out much, does she? She should have some fun.

On the other hand, she is 34. Maybe she shouldn’t try to pick up where she left off, when she got pregnant at 23.


I’m in love

Right, blogrolling isn’t working right now, so I have to tell you about it here: the first man I’ve run across in a long time who can make me spray coffee on my screen. He doesn’t seem to be rss-able, so I’ll just have to remember to read him on my own. A lot like busymom. But definitely worth the effort. And you know that for me, remembering things is a big effort.


a day out, with children

Oh right, I have this blog. Sorry, I sorta forgot. There seems to be a fair bit of work piling up, odd since it’s August. Bavaria usually slams shut in August, and L isn’t working (and how do you like that, eh? Back when we had the whole translation/exploitation debate, she virtuously informed me that she and K work more than their contracted hours, heavily implying that I should too … well, because they’ve both worked so very hard, they get the whole month off – paid in full, if I understand this correctly. So much for virtue and dedication.) but right before she took off for the month, she asked me to put up a page for a conference, and 14 “little pages”, one for each speaker’s abstract. Two words for ya: Yeah. Right.

Anyway. In light of my massive workload (not just the 15 new pages, which, in case I did not make it clear above, I will probably not do, I have a few site updates and the redesign also), I decided to take the boys to Munich today. To be a Good Mom, and to have some Time for them, because I’m almost always too busy. So we took a tram ride, and went to a store to buy some Duel Masters thing for Kilian, and bought an airplane for Gus, and went to Burger King, and then went and saw the Herbie movie.

And the little monsters spent the whole time hitting eachother and mouthing off to me. This is exactly the way they treat their grandparents, who bend over backwards to be nice to them. Today I was nice, and I got the Oompa treatment. Perhaps this is a pattern.

Robert comments on this a lot. Not so much with Gus, he says, but with Kilian, it’s really hard to do nice things for him. You set aside a whole day to do something fun, and he’s like, no thanks, I want to hang out with the world’s most annoying neighbor kid and play Yu-Gi-Oh, just like I have every damn day for the last four years (okay, I’m paraphrasing, but that’s the gist). And then if you make him go, he might have fun, but he’s just as likely to complain the whole time. It’s exhausting. And Gus, well, he’s generally nicer, if moody, but he worships Kilian, and imitates him, even in his worst behavior.

So I guess the solution is not to take them both anywhere, just take one kid per trip.